Perhaps the reason I enjoy TMZ so much is that I'm so oblivious to most American pop culture. In an average episode, I can probably recognize half of the celebrities they camera-hassle by sight, and am familiar with maybe half of the remaining half by name.* So to me, most episodes quickly descend into a true theatre d'absurd type-deal-thing where it's just one schmuck chasing around another schmuck with a camera for literally no reason that I can discern. The only thing that could make it more enjoyable would be if hunter and prey arbitrarily changed roles halfway through and like the stubbly guy from those date movies just yanked the camera out of someone's hands and started pursuing Harvey Levin through the achingly lambent lighting of the pink, green, and gaudily banana wall-papered Polo Lounge shouting questions about Harv's splashy little incident driving while, as the Europeans might say, he was "colourfully intoxicated."
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*This feels like a Zeno's Paradox situation where I get halfway to halfway to halfway to halfway to knowing what a Hannah Montana is but, blissfully, never quite get there.
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