On Monday, I read in The Guardian, an article about reality shows.
I won’t edit much as, well, they write so much better than me:
“You understand that (insert lots of words that mean virtually anyone … ) may reveal and/or relate information about you of a personal, private, intimate, surprising, defamatory, disparaging, embarrassing or unfavourable nature that may be factual and/or fictional. You acknowledge and agree that (insert lots of words which mean virtually anyone again but especially … ) “living TV” shall have the right to … use, publish exhibit and telecast any such content in connection with the production, advertising and promotion of the series.
This is a very small part of the consent form being used in the production of the well-known “reality” show Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. In short, the average participant in Queer Eye is being asked to give the producers complete dramatic licence with his life. In other words the right to make it all up.” The journalist asks “how has “reality” TV come to be so unreal? And does it matter?”
In the struggle to entertain, programmers started making it up. More and more.
To make sure you don’t miss any episode narrating life with a witch, a vampire, a voodoo priestess, a naturist and a guy who hangs himself from hooks in his spare time, they imagined play-along-at-home Bingo!
You get points when you spot any of the following activities: Avocado the Naturist letting it all hang loose (1 point per eyeful), Don the Vampire downing blood – or making contestants (2 points per goblet), Art the Modern Primitive hanging by hooks through the flesh on his back, (2 points for every hook you count), animal organs, dirt and other voodoo ingredients poured on contestants heads (5 points max), Fiona the Witch and co bathing each other in mud (10 points), etc.”
I’m simply speechless.