UM… WE LIKED SONIA’S PANTS
Say what you like about the return of behemoth Big Brother, but I don’t get the feeling it’s back due to popular demand.
Despite a four year hiatus, and Channel Nine spruiking the Jebezus out of it through the medium of dance, there’s been no emotional groundswell of ‘Bring Back Big Brother’.
Here’s hoping the Krugster’s dark side and impro skills out themselves.
Let us just say it’s no ‘Letters and Numbers’.
There are advantages to taking a few years off. Twitter’s here now.
The graphics are whizz bang, maybe too whizz bang if you get motion sickness, and as host, Sonia Kruger in silver pants from the year 2024 is a definite improvement over Kyle and Jackie O. But then, to be fair, so would have been a plastic garden furniture setting.
It’s hard to judge how Sonia went by the first episode, which was so tightly scripted it could have been latin mass; I’m a big fan of the Krugster from Dancing With The Stars, so I’m hoping her dark side and impro skills will out themselves later in the series.
However, it’s not all good news.
The contestants are… Hmm. Drums fingers on the table. How to say this delicately. With tact.
The contestants, so far, with ten down and four to be revealed, are a pack of whiter than white whiteys. Kayla’s half-Maori, but 100% Eliza Doolittle, and otherwise it’s the kind of racial homogeneity you find in Enid Blyton’s work circa 1953.
This is not, obviously, a fault to be laid at the feet of the contestants. They didn’t pick themselves. There’s nothing wrong with being white. I’m white. My skin is so pale and translucent that you can practically see me digesting.
But goodness me, does Channel 9 go into anaphylaxis shock at the sight of diversity?
Big Brother is always going to be Big Brother; young horny people spread along the bell curve of attractiveness, availability, wit, attitude and noxiousness.
It’s popular with those who have no skill-set other than ‘personality’, who are mustard keen to get their faces on the telly. Judging by the glimpses we got of the throngs who auditioned, and the legion of pouty ‘I’m more interesting than any of them what got in the house’ twitterers, there’s plenty of those.
The set-up this time is clever and designed to draw viewers in from the start.
For one thing, every housemate has a ‘secret’ which they’re hiding from the others. And us. As of the end of last night, we’re all trying to match the guys to their secret.
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