In a world of enormous
disparity, the sickeningly sycophant display put on for the rich and
famous staying at the Burj Al Arab in Dubai made one want to vomit.It
was the ultimate example of how money distorts everything.
Ostentation,
ostentation, ostentation, from the gold leaf chairs to the gold leaf
iPad (£10.000), from shimmering white Rolls to the beach party where the
beach is carpeted with the most expensive Persians rugs to impress the
Arab oil sheik, the Russian oligarch or perhaps Wayne Rooney.
To
work in a place like this requires you to continually demean yourself
in the face of such overt wealth, individuals with massive egos who
demand constant massaging. How can you subvert your self to the constant
pressure to be subservient, bowing and scraping to these princes who a
generation ago before the oil was discovered were camel traders or the
oligarch with a standard 6 education but knows how to steal a countries
assets. At least Rooney has skill of sorts ?
I'm
never sure of the intention in making these sort of films. I also
deplore the film makers who's theme is the fat, the disfigured, or the
sadistic. "Back then" in the funfair there were booths, peep shows
where, for half crown you could gawk at some poor deformed person as
part "entertainment".
I
never had any desire to do so, my conscience is clear, but today
certain popular TV channels show a series dedicated to revealing the
sordid and the sad aspects of modern life.
What
possible value is there in seeing grossly overweight people unable to
get out of bed and take care of themselves laying there like stranded
whales, or men and women so coarsened with drink and drugs they can
barely stand up let alone behave with any sense of dignity and finally
the ruthless exploitation, by Jeremy Kyle, of barely functioning human
beings slagging each other off in a parody on marriage.
The grossly rich or the simply gross, it's the money that counts. !!
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