Yummy HOST? how about Yummy winner, Stephen??? Holy Cats he was hot.
jarbaby
Yummy HOST? how about Yummy winner, Stephen??? Holy Cats he was hot.
jarbaby
This I can understand. I had the impression from your OP that you watched more than you did.
As for avoiding the trend, it’s too late. You’re on camera even as we speak.
I would like to register strenuous disagreement with that statement in particular. It was never a great idea.
Still, many many many people (from what I can gather) seem to get a kick out of it, so more power to em. From my way of looking at things, four hours spent on a couch watching twenty-somethings shriek at one another is essentially no different in quality than four hours spent on a couch watching two groups of uniformed fellows expend enormous energy to alternately move a ball down a field, or prevent its movement. (The latter would get an edge if an onscreen graphic would pop up with each crunching tackle that displayed expert guesstimates on just how many years of useful functioning just got removed from the knees involved.) Either way, it’s ritualized venting of aggression. Sure, one involves a lot more skill that’s sometimes downright inhuman, but it’s had years to reach that point. Fifty years from now, twenty-something shrieking will be so advanced that it’ll make today’s offerings look just sad.
Well, even sadder than it already does, I mean.
I must retract a little bit of my ire as i see that the Mole IS in fact returning this fall. September 21st to be exact.
I will watch it again, and if this makes me a hypocrite…so be it.
But Love Cruise…that’s not right.
jarbaby
(Quietly adding Amp to the list of Dopers who are obviously Small-D-dopers.)
I wondered about that too. After watching a few episodes, (I really like, by the way, it seems that everyone in it are not only having a good time, they’re actually learning something in the process too) however, I figured out how they pull it off with people having food to work with when they show up.
Basically, they target the beautifull neighborhoods. Beautifull neighborhoods = Cashola. And Cashola = Lotsa food (Well, typically, anyways). They’re not, say, barging in on the homes in Chicago’s south side (You know, though, that would make it even more interesting, "Hello. Were from… ::Blam! Blam! Blam!:
Anyrate, back to where I was, which is, with the good homes comes the supplies needed to put on a meal. In one of these mansions they barged in on, the lady of the home had about five refrigerators to choose from. They ended up putting on a huge spread.
From their perspective, it’s the obvious thing to do. The people invariably have a diverse, or at least, extensive, base of supplies to build on, and I’ve yet to see a home that didn’t have at least something in the frig or freezer to make a meal out of.
But, yeah, if they come to my place, it’d be one short episode. “We’ll now watch Chris put that left-over pizza in the microvawe. In the meantime, we have some time to kill. Tell us about yourself Chris. Tell us about some neighbors of yours that actually might have some food in their fridge we can make something of.”
I’ve noticed that movie budgets have gotten bigger and bigger (expensive special effects, $20 million stars), with the number of screens becoming fewer and fewer.
Whereas TV is getting cheaper and cheaper (no writers, amateur performers) while the number of channels increases.
Either way, I feel like a fugitive from the law of diminishing returns.
So wrong…
BUT SOOOOOO RIGHT!
uh…I never asked why she was watching it. None of my beeswax. Maybe it’s research for the novel or taking a break from writing and the only thing on television is that dreck.
I still like my concept for Door Knock Fucking Dinner
better.
Nick at Night - 100% UNreality, 100% of the time!
Ah, Gilligan, Love Boat! The orginal Survivor and Love Cruise!
I do too.
Love Cruise looks like the worst TV show, ever.
One day I was watching TV, thinking, “I wonder what is the most random pointless thing I can do, just to freak myself out…the last thing you’d expect me to do…”
So, this fall, for no reason at all other than to be completely spontanaeous, I’m going to sit and watch every single episode of Love Cruise. I do not know why.
I’ll report back here if my brain doesn’t rot into a steaming pile of shit by the time I’m done (in which case, I’ll probably become CEO of Fox.)
I have a couple of times stumbled across (been bludgeoned by) The Real World while trying to find the MTV that actually used to play music. I know it a cliche butt yes, I now also weep for our youth.
The others? Never seen a one. Don’t plan to. Would rather watch The Dingleberry Network while eating cotton candy.
I do so hate “reality” television…in reality, any group of people so different from each other so as to create constant tension and frequent violent outbursts would no longer hang around together! “The Real World” would never happen, much less fucking “Survivor” (which would be better if they just let them “survive” instead of making 'em play game and shit), or Big Brother (which would be better as a web-only extreme-privacy-invasion thing for perverts). Unfortunately, I’ve been tricked into attending parties that revolved around the finale to the 2nd Survivor and an episode of the current (?) Big Brother…at least no one complained when I made fun of their goddam stupidity!
Of course, one must be vigilant not to be sucked along with the mindless hordes into enjoyment of crap TV. That said, “Lost” looks intriguing…but I’m sure watching culturally and geographically illiterate Americans bumbling homewoard will just test my patience…must…resist…
are you responding to me?
I bet we could pitch this to a network as a show and they’d do it!
I see you never watched Manimal.
Ok…I’ll admit it. I am a Reality TV Junkie. Yes, I watched them all…even Boot Camp and Temptation Island…and Bug Juice! Summer camp for 14 year olds and I love it. It started with Real World way back when and then Road Rules jumped in and I was lost from there. Suckered.
I know it’s bad TV. I know it but I can’t help it…I don’t know what it is that draws me in…maybe it’s like a train wreck. I always stop to watch train wrecks.
Mr. Sunshine shakes his head in disgust at me and tells me that they’re awful, horrid, putrid shows and I nod my head and agree with him but snarl “GET AWAY FROM MY REMOTE!” when he tries to change the channel.
In my defense, I will say that I did NOT watch Chains of Love. Even I wouldn’t stoop so low.
The jury’s still out on Love Cruise.
Maybe we need to start a RealityAnonymous in the Denver area.
Manimal was a sitcom? That explains a lot…
It all started with Cops. I watched because that guy with the vial of crystal meth in his pocket whose shirt was torn off by the last fence he fled over is not me. My relief and fascination glued me to the set. Life ain’t so bad after witnessing the Hell that the perps from Cops are inhabiting.
On an unrelated note, soon Buffy will be on six times a week. Thereafter reality will be unnecessary.