ABC,
Well, looks like America is about to be treated to another wacky hijinks-filled competition reality TV project.
I’ll admit, I haven’t been excited about this genre in ages (my favorite right now is Hell’s Kitchen, which says a lot), but I actually think this one has potential. It seems to have the right elements: basic concept easy to understand, doesn’t take itself too seriously, contestants who are trying hard, potential for lots of humor, contests themselves are fast paced, and skill, to at least a minor extent, matters. As long as you don’t cram it floor-to-ceiling with Wipeout-style clown effects and treacly, glurgy “stories”, it should be entertaining.
There’s just one thing I’m asking, though.
I noticed that there are going to be at least two, possibly three, stunningly beautiful women in bikinis. One’s a Playboy model, and the other…something similar, I’m not judging.
I am also sorely aware that this show, like every other competition reality show ever, is going to follow the eternal everlasting ironclad invincible alpha and omega supreme flying spaghetti monster anuddah-wun-bite-da-dus format, which is apparently the only thing any of you remember about Survivor. (I’m not going to call it “last man standing” anymore, as that’s an insult to a legitimate format that does not freaking reset everyone after every freaking round.) No one ever does it any other way*. For crying out loud, Gordon Ramsey owns Hell’s Kitchen and he’s completely beholden to this format. This means, among other things, that anyone can go at any time. There’s no grace period, no safety net; slip up once or don’t win the judges’ graces, bang, gone.
Please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease, for the love of the Supreme Saucerian, don’t let the beautiful women get knocked out early.
Let at least one of them hang around for a while, preferably two.
Do whatever it takes. Shoot, you pull that nonsense all the time with Dancing With The Stars what with all the danceoffs and team challenges and 500-point giveaways, there’s no reason you can’t do the same here.
Think I’m being shallow? Well, guess what, so’s a big chunk of your audience, and they are not interested in some basketball geezer learning how to conquer his fears. Look, this is freaking reality TV, not college admissions. If you want to convince me to watch a show with various people in skimpy outfits, you’d better make damn sure that at least some of them are hot, and that they won’t get bounced by the third week due to improper posture or overrotation or some other dinky technical crap I couldn’t give a hamster’s posterior about.
“But what if they’re no good and don’t deserve to win?” you ask. Then don’t let them win. In a contest where second place is the best loser, you have a lot of leeway. Hell, look at Elise Wims. She vexed, she taunted, she strutted, and she royally cheesed off a lot of people and lasted way, way longer than she should…but didn’t win. And therefore got just as much as the marginally more deserving contestants she outlasted. How about Stacy Kiebler, the white-hot seductress who still didn’t deserve the trophy? She went the distance and didn’t get the trophy. You know how to do this! It’s not hard!
Don’t worry a feminist backlash. Any feminist who actually deserves that title knows to pick her fights. Besides, how much heat does “objectification” actually get, anyway? I remember the reaction to Who Wants To Marry a Multimillionaire and Temptation Island: there was a few weeks of harrumphing, a couple of minor scandals broke out, and a month later everyone ran out of damns to give and moved on to the next foolishness. We’re well aware that sex sells, and we’ve either made peace with it or learned to change the channel.
Please. For once, do the stupid, obvious thing.
And so help me, if that 400-pound joke takes it all, it is so over.
- DKW
- Seriously…it’s been thirteen years and not one show has tried something else? Not a single one? I tell you what, the first show that does something different, whatever the hell it’s about, not only an I watching every episode of every season, I’m buying the merchandise, and they can name their price!