The Hinterland
Rants from the hinterland. Denver writer and pretend anthropologist Dave Cullen's take on the world.

Tuesday, July 29, 2003


Just as lame as the straight versions

So why would the gay bachelor show be any better? I'm halfway through Boy Meets Boy, and it's a bit different--cheesier, slower moving, much lower budget. That's probably more a reflection of its basic-cable production.

Once again, a fairly uninspiring batch of suitors. A lot of uninteresting jobs again. Not quite as shallow as the network boys and girls, but not a lot of catches either.

More when I finish the show later tonight. Just on a quick editing break.


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Knowing what you've got

Someone at For Love of a Salesman* had a really good idea. They dreamed up this show. Then what happened to them?

They put together this potentially fascinating psychological experiment, and now they're reduced to stretching each hour with little more than the incessant repetition of "Wow. One of us is going to win a million dollars. There's seven of us now: I've got a one in seven chance of winning a million dollars. Two eliminations tonight. Tomorrow, one of us will have a one in five chance of winning a million dollars . . ."

What's wrong with these people? Nothing ever happens on this show. No one ever says anything remotely unexpected or illuminating about the situation. They all size the situation up like they've just built a spreadsheet: I think Erin and I have connected on an assortment of different levels. I think my chances are pretty good. Tonight two guys will go home, and then there will be five of us. One of us will have a one in five chance of winning a million dollars.

And then they always close each commentary for the bachelor reaching deep deep down to pull out a cliche. I want to sweep Erin off her feet. ... I feel like I'm on top of the world. (No, I checked the Tivo: he of course did the most-annoying-thing possible of generalizing it into the second person: "You feel like you're on top of the world." Speak for yourself jarhead.)

The show did include a single funny moment last night, though. As the slick-talking gayguy boarded the ferris wheel to join her starts his line of bull before they pull away, and Chad F buries his head and hand, and disses him on voice-over for putting in "a Ken performance." 

But she kept the gayguy anyway. Doesn't she have any gaydar? How embarassing to have a sleazy fag like this on the show. Hopefully most of you breeders won't be on to him and will assume he's one of your dicks. What's he doing on this show? Hasn't he figured it out yet? Or is that one of the surprises? Too bad Erin: you picked the gayguy. No way in hell he's picking you over the money.

*(aka For Love or Money).


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