Thursday, February 17, 2005
Every time I watch this show, I just shake my head in wonder. The contestants often act like they've never seen the show before...they get out to whatever remote location they're assigned to and they seem shocked...shocked I tell you!...that's it not Club Med. (I'm just sayin'... )
This group of "Survivors" seems, at first blush, no better or no worse than any of the previous casts (this is, what, the 10th edition of the show? I've lost track.) The giddy (and annoying) singer and the take-charge woman have, quite predictably, already been given the heave-ho (not sure why that blond guy drew short straw at the first elimination but I guess somebody had to.)
This season (going out on a limb here :-) I predict much whining about being cold, hungry, and living in proximity with rats, sharks, and other critters...many silly stunts...some smoldering sexual tension between hormonal hardbodies...lots of manipulative editing...and in the end, and much to Darwin's dismay, survival of someone who almost definitely will not be the fittest.