The Real World Ex-Plosion Episode 3: Hit The Snooze Button
MTV Eagerly awaiting their explosion.
Ack, so many changes to the beloved (eh, not so much anymore) Real World skeez. Last week I pointed out that it's now apparently okay to hit one another on the show, something that was totally verboten in the past. This week we saw the fourth wall collapse (no, not literally on that jenky-ass set), but we saw a soundman's boom, as well as actual crew members. We also heard a producer's voice could also be heard off camera asking questions.
Did they think that lending more authenticity to the whole thing would boost ratings? Variety claims that the show's premiere was a ratings flop; it beat out the debut of the Portland one, but that's not saying much, since the first night's viewership of that season was a "record low" for MTV. I think this will indeed be the last Real World season, ever.
More bad news: Jay didn't leave the show like I had thought. It turns out his mom just died, so he went back to the Bronx and tootled around with his girlfriend, then he came back to the house and continued to be incredibly boring. Who did leave?
Bitchface Ashley, who's drinking problem has been way entertaining. Why do they always get rid of the worst people? Don't they know that the audience wants to see them?
MTV She's a dipsomaniac maniac whoa no-oo
Exterior shots continue to basically just be Sutter and the TenderNob, and they went to that club that advertises on the side of Muni buses, Infusion, which always struck me as the sort of place the cast of the Real World and other Marina cast-offs would end up at.
As for the soap opera, it's another snoozer. Jamie and Tom are a couple, but they didn't show any of that. Cory and Jenny are at each other's throats and have already split up. Arielle continues to just exist as a very tall black lesbian, which is a shame because she's very interesting to talk to. I'm hoping that once the exes show up next week things will pick up, but who are we kidding. What we are witnessing, people, is an elegy for The Real World.