Where there is a stink of shit
There is a smell of being.- Antonin Artaud, The Pursuit of Fecality (1947)
It was essentially the same kitsch and kaboodle of dancing girls and free money, the game show antithetical to the whole idea of the game. The Willie Revillame Show is back on air, as with the poor old people given P500 bills and the down-on-their-luck placing all their hopes and dreams on live televised parlor games.
Somehow, The Willie Revillame Show has perfected the science of spectacle. Theater is a recreation of life, but as Artaud posits it, it’s a recreation of that center that fragile center that forms cannot reach. Therefore, everything is exaggerated, idealized, and even distorted; in a word, spectacular. Theater and spectacle is not confined to the stage, but it extends to the viewers as well.
That’s where The Willie Revillame show succeeded in, and perhaps where it is most powerful and even at its most dangerous: that the stage is not that glimmering plexiglass floor, but society itself.

What makes plagiarism a serious accusation is that it runs counter to scholarship; to miss a footnote or to copy extensively from a source that’s not being cited properly is simply an act of stealing. To live a just life in society means giving one what is due to him or her; the intention may not be malicious and the act accidental, but denying a person’s due comes across as malicious, unjust, and more importantly, unfair.



