Gordon Ramsay - My Fake Diary
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Great review from Atlantic Magazine here, just right:
We call it "the bleep"-the 1,000- hertz signal that commonly replaces the word fuck on network television-as if it were syllabically complete, an utterance with a start and a stop. But that's not what the bleep sounds like: it sounds like the squawk of a robot locust, like a momentary irruption from a perpetual, sourceless band of electronic affront. The face onscreen lurches forward. The nostrils flare, the front teeth come down over the bottom lip in the beginnings of the F formation, and there it is: a string of sonic asterisks. Strong language has breached the frequency, and outer space is offended.
Nobody, right now, is getting bleeped more than Gordon Ramsay, who has just returned to Fox with Hotel Hell, a new reality show-one of about half a dozen on which he's starred in the United States or Britain, depending on how you score it. Ramsay swears a lot.
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