Between anniversary and commemoration

How the TV buried Mark Zakharov

There is no drama that the TV could not turn into a farce. Before Zakharov had time to die, the masters of funeral affairs earned. In the cheerful show "Hello, Andrey!" Malakhov gathered those whom Mark Anatolyevich, judging by the context, wanted to see the least at his wake.

Lyudmila Porgina in a heroic voice announced the surroundings: "I always have a good mood, but today I upset the news of Zakharov." The widow of Karachentsov as a praep by Mark Anatolyevich (and Malakhov promised only loved ones and friends) looked in a mockery of fate. All the previous years, she reproached the director of a soulless attitude towards a sick husband, but decided to urgently change the role. Materialization in the frame of Vladimir Steklov, a short -term son -in -law Zadakharov, was completely amazed at its inappropriateness. It was this short duration that gave him fame as a participant in the tabloid show, where one of the cardinal topics is the sad fate of the beloved daughter of the great director.

Aching about Steklov, Alexandra did not get married anymore (who can sympathize with who can sympathize with - she was guaranteed the invasion of the Kansal vampires).

With a separate insert, Tatyana Egorova moved to the atomic icebreaker to the atomic icebreaker. This lucky one was lucky to be many years of mistress Andrei Mironov. She aimed at the memoir dedicated to Zakharov’s wife. The most unexpected people were eager to tell about his contribution to the art of Mark Anatolyevich: from the wife of a television-cheating Senator Alexei Pushkov to Vladimir Konkin, who got lost between Pavel Korchagin and Sharapov. In total, do not count, the program went for more than two hours. The most patient finale was awarded with the revelations of the first lady of VGTRK Daria Zlatopol. She restrainedly praised herself. In her “White Studio”, the first lady reported, many came, including Zakharov, because there are “deep conversations” and “deep relations” are observed.

Having plunged into inconceivable depths, she tried to understand how all this shabash of sympathy had to do with Mark Anatolyevich. The only adequate person in the ocean of the wordobludia was Zoya Boguslavskaya. Subtle and smartly she knocked out an empty pathos and said everything that she wanted to say about the abundance of myths around famous people. The main question begs - who needs it and why? What can muddy, tongue -tied, inaccurate commentators in the world add to Zakharov?

Others, truly close, will not go to the studio on the day of death, they have no words yet. And later, when the words appear, they will not go either - for considerations of Sangigines.

There is no more complex matter for TV than anniversaries and commemoration. It’s one thing to sit for days on the ears in Trump and Ukraine, and it’s quite another to talk about high. The Malakhov tired of the Kyrgyz (which he offended in the previous program) spent one of his worst air on the day of Zakharov’s death. And not only because, using the example of the presenter, you can study the mechanisms of burnout syndrome. And also because the TV, affiliated with the state to the degree of indistinguishability, had long been the shores. Political loyalty is exchanged for permissiveness in all other segments of the media monster, including commemoration and anniversaries. Ethical autism and aggressive ignorance are the main signs of these same “other segments”.

The height of autumn was generous with a wake. There is even an innovation: periodically, channels are eager to bury live Anastasia Zavorotnyuk. They also continued to celebrate the 85th anniversary of Alexander Shirvindt, as the 80th anniversary of Vladimir Menshov arrived. Only Menshov died out, as 85 Oleg Basilashvili turned 85. Fortunately, all of them, the piece of people, managed to avoid an outrageous degree of anniversary vulgarity. Shirvindt joked wearyly. Menshov silently exhausted from the ritual. And Basilashvili and completely embarrassedly remarked: everything is fine with me both at home, and in the theater, and in the cinema. I am a happy person, I don’t even have anything to tell you.

The holy truth - who needs a happy person on the TV? It would be the main thing to have time: to put the life of the idol in the format available to the consumer. The situation with the rulers of the thoughts has always been not easy in our Fatherland. Previously, the rulers (along with thoughts) were appointed as secretaries of the regional committees. Now they do the same, only with likes and other Malakhovschina.

The cultural sensations of the last days are impressive: director Leonid Haifets, stabbed with a knife into the leg of an ambulance; Actress Natalya Bochkareva hid a bag of cocaine in his underpants, but was overtaken by the vigilant police. A marvelous synonymous series is built, where the serial Bochkareva is equal to a unique heifetz. I finish the column to the accompaniment of a detailed report on the insidious director. Everyone talked about the call of an ambulance, about a seriously injured doctor, about how he fled from home, about depression and even, perhaps, mental illness. They only forgot to mention that we are talking about a great director, who, by the way, also recently turned 85.

They did not say a word about his performances “King Lear”, “Pavel I”, “Price”, about his devotion to art, about his famous students, and this is Pavel Derevyanko, and Alexander Petrov, and Alexander Pal. Indeed, is it worth talking about such trifles? He will learn to stuff cocaine into panties for the 90th anniversary-then he will become a star.