Keep your pants on, Rich.
The ultimate in home video stupidity is occuring on May 11th. Season One of Survivor, in full, makes its debut on DVD. Why, I ask with as much restraint as possible, would anyone buy this?
The answer is in the therapy sessions. It will be purchased by people who have less of a life than they had when they tuned in the first time around.
Personally, I've spent a great deal of time scratching my scalp at the thought of anyone having watched it during its broadcast run. I tried it, really I did. But after watching three idiots holding onto a totem pole for ten minutes in a contest to see who would be the last in contact, I packed up my sanity and left the island.
The only value in a DVD release like this is in NOT knowing who won. Unfortunately, you'd have a better chance of finding someone who doesn't know the outcome of the O.J. trial. The first season of Survivor was a ratings smash (scratch, scratch) that was so over-covered by the press I had to buy my antacids in bulk.
Every little detail of each player was dissected by writers with all the subtlety of Jason Voorhees on speed. Kelly, Gervase, Colleen, Jenna, Rudy, Sue, Richard. I watched practically none of it and I can remember half the damn names. A person who watched regularly could tell you a lot more, right down to what colour underwear Richard Hatch preferred not to wear.
YIKES!!! Oh, I shouldn't have written that. That feeling is back, and the antacids aren't working. It's time to try something else to make the nauseating swirl in my gut go away. Maybe some chanting.
"Jack Bauer, Jack Bauer, Jack Bauer." Hmm, not working.
"Kim Bauer, Kim Bauer, Kim Bauer." Ah, better.
Article comments
1 - Eric Olsen
Excellent Kevin, thanks and welcome! I agree with both your assessment of the show and the even more pointless DVD. And let us not forget the insufferable buttplug host.