It’s called LOVE ISLAND. It’s a British reality-competition show that’s in its 5th or 6th season. Hulu carries it. That’s where I saw it.
LOVE ISLAND is one of those singles-pairing-up shows with beautiful people in a beautiful setting. Ten people couple up but then new players are added and it’s musical chairs. The couples sleep together at night, but all five sleep in the same room. Couples can earn private room privileges and you know a lot of sex goes on. The winning couple gets lots of money or condoms. I’m sketchy on the details.
It’s not even on an island. It’s a big house.
There’s also occasional nudity, but in this day and age, so what? Nudity is not hard to find on the internet (I'm told).
I was advised that season two was good so started watching that. And again, the cheesier the better.
By the end of episode one I was done forever.
Why?
I sooooo hated every fucking one of those contestants. I have never seen such self-absorbed vacuous bitches and assholes in my life. One girl was crying because one of the muscle-bound lunkheads snubbed her in the slightest possible almost unperceivable way. I wanted to throw her down a well.
They spend all day in bikinis and shorts picking apart each other and drinking. The girls devote half the day to putting on make up. I kept wondering, "Why am I watching this SHIT?"
By the time the show was over I had the same rage Spike Lee would like me to have after watching BLACKKKANSMAN.
I guess this show runs an hour a night for five or six weeks each year – similar to our BIG BROTHER. And I know it’s a smash hit in the UK. But the only way you’ll ever get me to watch again is if storm troopers barge in and move them all to a labor camp. (Actually, that series I would watch every night.)
from By Ken Levine
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