Enough
with the fucking jazz age.
I'm sick
of these jazz age mystery
shows.
The shows
would be fine. I like
the cars,
the clothes,
the plots and detectives'
lines,
but
it's
evident
in the score:
Whoever they hired
is some kind of jazz
age nut! Their picks
- plummy croons and
jump swing tunes -
seem insufferably
coy, and smug
as fuck.
And
it pains
who must watch.
It costs shows dear.
We fight through
insulting musical cues
to get to charged twists
and drama points prized.
Just trying to keep the suspense
we'd choose alive, through
such catastrophically puerile,
insipid musical insertions,
ruining dialogue, chases,
even clues!
Here comes
some awful
jazz
excuse.
You can sense those hired
to put them in.
Behind the scenes, grinning -
in ear-to-ear leer, wickedly
ruining jazz age shows.
It's pretty nice work
if you're a hateful piece,
with terrible, snobbish taste
who loves to shove it in
everyone's face
and sneer.
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