Everybody loves to hate the paparazzi. You know…those obnoxious celebrity photographers who chase down the rich and famous every time they dare appear in public.
Paparazzi are the jerks who shamelessly beg Lindsey Lohan or Paris Hilton to stop and pose.
The paparazzi killed Princess Di!
Man, those guys are disgusting! Right?
Well…I’d say yes, but whose fault is it?
The subject came to mind when I saw an interesting video on the web today where some guys at a Malibu beach got pissed at some paparazzi who were chasing after hunkster Matthew McConaughey. So they did what any self-respecting surfer would do to an intruder…they dunked the paparazzi in the surf and posted the video on the web.
I am no fan of paparazzi. I hate celebrity gossip with a passion. Most celebrities do not deserve public adoration in my opinion. They’re immature, irresponsible buffoons who provide horrible role models.
As a television news photographer, I NEVER chased celebrities like that. It wasn’t my assignment. I covered healthcare. I chased doctors. : (It’s a heck-of-a-lot easier to get an appointment with a doctor when you are going to put them on TV than if you’re sick.)
However, I must point out something not so obvious to the beach gang who threw Mr. Photo-Sleaze in the surf. Look how popular his work is. Celebrity gossip sells. Big time. Do you think the paparazzi are out there for fun? No, they make huge money for their voyeuristic trash.
Celebrity gossip magazines sell better than any intellectual or newsy fare, that’s for sure. Everybody is just dying to know the latest antics of the bimbo stars. (Makes the reader feel intelligent and competent in comparison.)
Celebrities know the game. Don’t feel sorry for them. They ask for it most of the time. Celebrity gossip means money in their bank account.
I have a suggestion for the beach gang: Stop buying the gossip rags and the paparazzi would lose their jobs without you attempting to drown them.
Oh, and let me be a nit-picky video producer and critique your video…It took one minute and ten seconds to get to the meat of your story in a two minute twenty second video. That’s bad storytelling. Terrible storytelling. Imagine watching a full-length movie and the good part doesn’t come until half-way through. 45 minutes of BOREDOM.
Cut to the chase. No one wants to watch the beginning of this tape…hopefully they will be patient enough to endure until the good stuff comes because it’s only a minute, not 45.
But as video producers, you shouldn’t make them wait.
There, I’ve had my say now it’s back to work.
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