i'm watching an episode of midsomer murders featuring rival photography clubs. one is old-school film, the other is digital. the digital photography club conducts itself like a gang and they wear leather jackets. they just showed up to threaten the film guys and walked in formation down the street swinging their point-and-shoots by the straps. they're trying to seduce the main film guy's son away from film via the sweet, intoxicating allure of image resolution. 12.2 megapixels, they say. "12.2 megapixels," one of the film guys breathes like he's just seen the face of god. it's the most incredibly stupid piece of television i've ever seen but also, like, i took both film and digital photography classes around the time this aired and like. the exaggeration is not entirely baseless
