I watch a fair bit of TV. Although maybe less than some stay-at-home mums who are addicted to day time soaps and infomercials (sorry mums). I’d like to watch less TV, but the damn thing is addictive.
Anyway, my TV addiction is not the point of this post. I tell you this only to explain how I’ve come to watch a lot of rubbish shows I don’t even particularly like. I’ve never been much of a fan of reality TV but, as explained above, I still watch a lot.
I may not be the first to point this out, but reality TV seems to be subtly changing lately. There was a time when the most popular reality shows thrived on people bitching about other contestants. Shows that did this especially well were Big Brother and Survivor. We loved it because it made us feel good about ourselves since our lives seemed so nice in comparison. And we all hated that two-faced dude who made multiple alliances anyway.
But last year something happened. Masterchef was one of the best rating shows of 2009. Channel Ten discovered a new winning formula for reality TV – feel good reality TV; edit out the bitching and edit in the parts where they hug and cry. In this show we only heard the contestants say nice things about each other. Interestingly, media reports quoting eliminated contestants suggested that there was actually plenty of mud-slinging going on that was edited out.
What’s more, it appears they even awarded first prize based not on cooking skill, but on who missed their family the most. Okay, that’s probably not true, but who didn’t want to hug Julie? Me actually, but I’m quite adverse to hugs.
Channel Ten have now started applying this new formula to their whole reality line-up. We first saw it in Idol. The most recent season of Idol probably featured the most dismal line-up of talent ever (sorry Stan). But despite performances hardly rivaling Britney’s first come-back gig, the judges just couldn’t find a bad word to say about the contestants. What’s more, we kept voting for some bloke with the stage presence of my old school principal (sorry Bill), just because he was so damn nice.
And now with the “ratings season” underway again we’ve the return of The Biggest Loser and So You Think You Can Dance. Dance has been particularly interesting. They’ve shown hardly any of the awkward auditions that we used love to laugh at. Instead they’ve chosen to focus on the feel good stories of people who’ve danced through adversity. It seems as though every dancer in Australia has either had a miscarriage, lost a parent or been dumped by their fiancé via text message. And in The Biggest Loser we now feel like the contestants are all in it together; there’s far less emphasis on the fact that they’re competing against one another.
So is this a step forward for reality TV? Well I like it a bit better. I think it’ll actually help win back a lot of males who don’t really get that much joy out of watching people bitch about one another (yeah, probably some females too, but I’m just making some broad generalisations here). I certainly feel less dirty after watching it. But then I think that old criticism that reality TV isn’t very “real” still sticks; they’re now just selectively editing out what they used to edit in. But hey, reality is way too boring for TV.