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Rating: Hello everyone, today marks my debut in discussing television broadcasts, taking advantage of the space provided by the site. Television broadcasts on which I would like to focus, with you and for you, mainly to reflect on the lesser-known Italian TV, both as a mirror of a simple and popular Italy, and with reference to the regional and interregional networks that diffuse it.
I tackle this topic starting from a broadcast that I would define, without hesitation and without fearing the risk of hyperbole, extraordinary: "Diretta Stadio... ed è subito goal".
Broadcast almost throughout Italy via the "Italia 7 Gold" circuit, but conceived in Lombardy, "Diretta Stadio" (like other similar broadcasts, such as the precursor "Qui Studio a Voi Stadio", or others spread throughout the Peninsula) exploits an intuition that I would say is masterful and deserves, in my opinion, more than a dissertation for aspiring thesis writers or high school students attentive to the world of communication: it is, in fact, a broadcast in which football is talked about, football is narrated, people get emotional about football, they reflect on football and live football... without football being minimally represented or perceived by the viewer. Here, in fact, we don't see match clips, we don't see slow-motion replays and related discussions, we don't see live interviews, but, simply, the match is narrated, which only the guests on the show see on their TV screens, tuned to pay channels like Sky.
Thanks to the charisma and expertise of the hosts and guests, language and storytelling prevail over the direct experience of the phenomenon (here, a football match), marking a sort of return to oral culture over image culture, attributing the television its original role as a medium, or means to access information and knowledge of a phenomenon, that has gradually been distorted, or rather, changed. This goes in stark contrast to the direct access to the image, and the apparent autonomy of choice of the individual, through other media such as, mainly, the internet and the various YouTube et similia.
The operation carried out on the communication level by "Diretta Stadio" is not, obviously, immune from risks, if we observe - although this is not our case, thanks to the amiability of those participating in the broadcast - both how through this forced return to orality a sort of authority is attributed to the voices coming from the video, almost demiurges of reality speaking to us from a new and improvised lectern, and how the word, distinct from the image, sometimes risks throwing the individual into the uncertainty of an apparent world, almost like in Plato's cave myth.
It's undeniable, indeed, the risk inherent in having something narrated to you, rather than living it, perceiving it, personally: the power of interpretation, of the transmission of reality in terms and of the circulation of ideas, is transferred to a few selected subjects, the aristos of interpretation one might say, almost undermining the equality of starting positions that one can have through direct access to information and a full faculty to interact with it, today in the domain of only Sky subscribers in a sort of apparent democracy, based on wealth (being those more affluent or those who make considerable financial sacrifices to watch football at home). But I wonder if the same problem doesn't arise with regard to those who filter, in any way, and with any means, the images themselves, both on television and on the internet, also ending up here representing, and thus in some way "betraying" - transmitting and changing - a historical and concrete phenomenon, for which "Diretta Stadio" shows us, in a nutshell, a latent phenomenon in every type of information.
Leaving aside these rather unsettling themes, and focusing on the playful aspect of the program, I cannot fail to observe how it is a game of roles, a small theater where everyone is part of a stereotype, reassuring and at the same time familiar, which perhaps distracts us from the dangerous reflections made earlier to let us savor the joy of pure vision: I recall the skits of the excitable Milan fan Crudeli and the serene Inter fan Corno, the equally Inter-supporting young Tramontana, the competence and balance of the Juventus fan Zuliani, passing through the technical contributions of former players like Brio, Ferri sr., Lodetti, and the guest appearances of a veteran of Italian comedy like Maurino Di Francesco. All orchestrated by balanced hosts skilled in the acrobatic management of individual interventions, like Giuliani and, the female presence of the broadcast, Giovanna Martini, perhaps less beautiful but certainly more likable and self-ironic than Ilaria d'Amico.
Indeed, the self-irony of the protagonists always saves the program, constituting a valid antidote to partisanship, and the latent violence, inherent in every form of support and partisanship. The salvation of football perhaps passes through broadcasts like these, which by downsizing it, translate it for the spectator, betray it and simultaneously depower its radicalism.
Sincerely Yours
Il_Paolo
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