TwoCents EditorialThe Real Fun Behind Reality Television
Kathryn – TwoCents Columnist
Kathryn@twocentscorp.com
By pure chance and through a friend of a friend of a friend I found myself being slimed in the Big Brother house. I loathe watching reality television. That rather unique ‘turkey slapping’ incident aside (if you don’t get the reference, don’t ask), it just seems all a bit dull, mindless, pointless and sort of pathetic to put people on little entertainment treadmills and watch them run, going nowhere. Although to be fair that is much like everyday life.
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By pure chance and through a friend of a friend of a friend I found myself being slimed in the Big Brother house. I loathe watching reality television. That rather unique ‘turkey slapping’ incident aside (if you don’t get the refrence, don’t ask), it just seems all a bit dull, mindless, pointless and sort of pathetic to put people on little entertainment treadmills and watch them run, going nowhere. Although to be fair that is much like everyday life.
ReplyDeleteBut I feel I can say that as I had to dress up as an iron for one BB show – iron – get it – Iron Maiden – heavy metal night. I think this gives me licence to be a bit critical of utter stupidity passing itself off as entertainment.
For years I moaned and wailed about any sort of reality television, but after my ‘exciting inside industry experiences’ I can give you the inside scoop: actually doing it is much more fun than watching it.
I was the test dummy for one of the BB house mates (and my chick actually won). Twice a week we had to tootle down to our local Wally World and simply ‘play’ for half a day. We would pad up in protective gear and test drive the producers’ games ideas. They fed us a steady diet of apples, nice cold water and gummy lollies so we were primed for any stupid game they threw at us.
We got to meet a few celebrities. I never got to meet a Big Brother (apparently there were about seven of them as poor old Big Bro has to be on call twenty four hours a day to make witty comments on what the housemates get up to - no matter what the hour), but I did get to call one of them an obvious omnipresent moron and this made the whole experience worth while.
We got to meet some git who compared the BB after/talk show. ‘It’s So and So,’ said one of my fellow guinea pigs in a hushed voice. ‘Who’s So and So,’ I asked. ‘He’s on the BB talk show,’ said my friend in awe of said git. ‘He looks like a twit with too much product in his hair,’ I replied. My guinea pig shook her head. She was sad that I obviously did not understand the world of minor celebrity. My ignorance about this fascinating subject maybe because I don’t have cable.
But it all came to an end. We knew the show had jumped the shark when the director spent the entire rehearsal watching a film on his mobile phone and when I asked for the key to the bathroom (which was in the actual house complex) I was given an all access pass to the Big B house. Did I want to ‘invade’ or pee? I chose the pee option.
The production staff and stage crew were lovely. If one of the creative producers wanted a giant beach ball and seven inflatable poodles they found them quick smart.
That was the last season of BB in my country. I did very much enjoy playing the Friday Night Games… and I have to say I think I was a very good iron.
That's hilarious! Great article.
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