Has it really been that bad? Reading some of the early impressions of Seven Sharp, you'd think TV One had scheduled Kick Philip Sherry In The Head to follow the news. Judged on its own terms, it's a perfectly decent, imperfect first week. Hard-hitting, probing current affairs it is not. It aspires to be a snappy, accessible, jazz-hands take on events - and on that score it's doing just fine. If someone from afar were parachuted into a New Zealand lounge to sit in front of the show, my bet is they'd find it familiar fare, even mildly entertaining.
Had Seven Sharp been a new show on TV3, replacing - perish the thought - Campbell Live, it's unlikely it would have generated such a bilious response, that knives would have been so feverishly sharpened. Built into much of the criticism is an expectation that TV One should do things with a bit of gravitas, higher purpose. They're publicly owned, right? They should do broadcasting for the public.
Well, yes and no. When the TVNZ charter was torn up in 2011, it left the broadcaster with a single, uncomplicated raison d'etre: make money. The charter was a mess of a thing, certainly, but it at least obliged TVNZ to in part behave like a public broadcaster. Today, its only imperative is to turn a profit. Close Up was slipping, especially in the most coveted demographics for advertisers, and so it was replaced with Seven Sharp. Right or wrong, the decision is at core commercial, not editorial. Letters of complaint should go to the Beehive, not Victoria St.
In 2010, National's then broadcasting minister, Jonathan Coleman, was frank. TV One and 2 should be a place "where you can expect to find frankly nakedly commercial stuff". The government demands that TVNZ behave in a purely nakedly commercial manner, and they do exactly that.
Witness not just the demise of TVNZ 7, but the way that their overlords at TVNZ buried the non-commercial channel, for fear that people might, heaven forbid, notice it. What could have been their junior stablemate, a place to experiment, a feeder channel, was instead consigned to the basement, foot on the trapdoor, until the oxygen expired. Right or wrong, a commercial decision.