When Media Makes a Star...They Make You the Sucker.
Why are we so addicted to fame? To celebrity? Why do parents let their kids do anything just to get on TV? Why is the media so addicted to celebrity? Why are we hard-wired to copy celebrity? How is celebrity used to control us?
Well, Starsuckers (below) exposes the "shams and deceit involved in creating a pernicious celebrity culture". You will see never-before-seen footage, and undercover reporting that combine to expose the "cult of celebrity", created by our celebrity obsessed media, who work for the "profit-at-all cost" corporations.
Starsuckers reveals:
Well, Starsuckers (below) exposes the "shams and deceit involved in creating a pernicious celebrity culture". You will see never-before-seen footage, and undercover reporting that combine to expose the "cult of celebrity", created by our celebrity obsessed media, who work for the "profit-at-all cost" corporations.
Starsuckers reveals:
- Media's constant reinforcement of the importance of celebrity, and its effect on children
- The press addiction to celebrity coverage.
- Celebrity control over the press.
- The illusion of celebrity endorsed charity.
- The publicists who swap out truth for pure fiction.
- Profit, profit, profit.
2 comments:
Max Clifford sued the producers of this documentary and lost. He tried to prevent it from airing.
It's even darker than that doc lets on.
You remember Selena? Yolanda Salvidar was a monarch (programming) put in place to take care of Selena if she didn’t sign with the devil. She didn't, and we all know the rest.
Don McLean's famous song, "The Day the Music Died" is about the plane crash that took the lives of Ritchie Valens and Buddy Holly.
"No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan’s spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died"
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