Monday, January 19, 2009

Blissful Solitude


Why can't more shows like this be flooding the airwaves? Solitary 3.0 is arguably the most blissfully sadistic television program I have ever watched. (The Chamber was more sadistic, just not blissfully so.)

Every reality show has people who sign up to subject themselves to weird experiences (read: torture). Whether it be eating maggots with American Idol rejects, being fired by finely coiffed hairpieces (I know, it's not a toupee, it just stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night) or quaking before the ethereal "five-head" known as Tyra (Miss Banks if you're nasty), Reality television has always aimed to overwhelm our attention deficient minds with ...what's that? That dude on Maury's NOT the father!?

Oh sorry.

Reality TV is often overly contrived and relies too much on celebrities and twists to create some semblance of watchable programming.

Solitary, however, refuses to conform. It's reality at its most raw where individuals create their own reality by interacting with Val's contrived circumstances. I could try to explain it here in greater detail, but you are better watching for yourself. Grab a bag of chips, tune to Fox Reality and prepare to cringe. You'll never look at bowling balls the same way again.

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