Look At Moi - I'm mad...
September 8th 2007 07:28
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I love a good bogan joke. I love it even more when you stick a vast array of bogan jokes together and package it up in a nice neat bow. This means I just love Sunday nights Kath and Kim.
I'm fond of this show because as much as I pretend otherwise, there's a little Fountain Gate girl inside me. I adore the shows keen observation of suburban life, current affairs and what's happening in the world of New Idea. I enjoy Kath sneaking a cigarette in the kitchen, Sharon's hideous bowl cut and Kel's unwavering admiration of his newlywed wife. It all comes together very nicely but that is, until we get to that selfish, ungrateful, narcissistic daughter Kim.
Right from the get-go, let's get a few things out of the way. Kim's 'muffin top' reference (the flabby overhang above the top of your jeans) doesn't bother me. I'm not bothered by the deliberate mispronunciation of words - in fact, I giggle every time I hear the word affluent (pronounced effluent). And I'm not offended by her protruding g-string under a backless dress. But what bothers me about Kim is her painful shrill and the 'I'm the centre of the universe' dialogue.
In my mind, the 'look at moi' comes from the wrong character. This catchcry is Kath's motherly way of pacifying Kim's impending 'mental explosion'. But it should really refer to Kim, the insecure, self absorbed, classless middle-aged, spoilt brat. If she's not whining about something useless, she's ricocheting abuse on her poor whipped husband. Poor Brett. The only time I've ever really seen Kim smile is when everyone is commenting on how great her (fake) tan and (fake) nails look.
Then when Kim's dialogue dries up at the tail end of a hissy fit, it's almost always followed by a 'Kim Storm'. This is the kind of storm accompanied by a dramatic 'exit stage left' huff, puff and bum swagger out of the lounge room. It's only when she leaves the room, I wish I could crawl through my television box and give the remaining characters a big hug for putting up with such a slapper.
Look, I'm sure Kim is whiny and cranky for a lot of different reasons. She may have serious post natal depression. She may have a true mental condition. Or it could be something as treatable as extended PMT or lazy bowel movements. But whatever her problem, I'm presented with a quandary.
On one hand I have the pleasure of watching Kath and Kel's endearing relationship, Sharon's 'okay Mrs D' mumbles and the clever ways bona-fide celebrities are worked into the Fountain gate background. On the other hand I have to suffer through the words of a venomous bully, squashed in tight Target jeans. Kim's attitude makes me so mad I want to grab her hair extensions and yank them from here until Tuesday. But then I remember this is just a television show and that calms me down. Just a little bit.
I'm fond of this show because as much as I pretend otherwise, there's a little Fountain Gate girl inside me. I adore the shows keen observation of suburban life, current affairs and what's happening in the world of New Idea. I enjoy Kath sneaking a cigarette in the kitchen, Sharon's hideous bowl cut and Kel's unwavering admiration of his newlywed wife. It all comes together very nicely but that is, until we get to that selfish, ungrateful, narcissistic daughter Kim.
Right from the get-go, let's get a few things out of the way. Kim's 'muffin top' reference (the flabby overhang above the top of your jeans) doesn't bother me. I'm not bothered by the deliberate mispronunciation of words - in fact, I giggle every time I hear the word affluent (pronounced effluent). And I'm not offended by her protruding g-string under a backless dress. But what bothers me about Kim is her painful shrill and the 'I'm the centre of the universe' dialogue.
In my mind, the 'look at moi' comes from the wrong character. This catchcry is Kath's motherly way of pacifying Kim's impending 'mental explosion'. But it should really refer to Kim, the insecure, self absorbed, classless middle-aged, spoilt brat. If she's not whining about something useless, she's ricocheting abuse on her poor whipped husband. Poor Brett. The only time I've ever really seen Kim smile is when everyone is commenting on how great her (fake) tan and (fake) nails look.
Then when Kim's dialogue dries up at the tail end of a hissy fit, it's almost always followed by a 'Kim Storm'. This is the kind of storm accompanied by a dramatic 'exit stage left' huff, puff and bum swagger out of the lounge room. It's only when she leaves the room, I wish I could crawl through my television box and give the remaining characters a big hug for putting up with such a slapper.
Look, I'm sure Kim is whiny and cranky for a lot of different reasons. She may have serious post natal depression. She may have a true mental condition. Or it could be something as treatable as extended PMT or lazy bowel movements. But whatever her problem, I'm presented with a quandary.
On one hand I have the pleasure of watching Kath and Kel's endearing relationship, Sharon's 'okay Mrs D' mumbles and the clever ways bona-fide celebrities are worked into the Fountain gate background. On the other hand I have to suffer through the words of a venomous bully, squashed in tight Target jeans. Kim's attitude makes me so mad I want to grab her hair extensions and yank them from here until Tuesday. But then I remember this is just a television show and that calms me down. Just a little bit.
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