I blame my daughter. She started watching My Kitchen Rules and has got me hooked. Reality-ish TV competitions are generally to be held in some disdain, in my books, but a lot of people seem to talking about the show this year, and I have to admit, I'm enjoying the high and low comedy it provides.
I also like the continual puzzlement over how much is real and how much isn't. Do the producers hold auditions in which they tell people "OK, you're perfect for the role of 'annoying bitchy overconfident sneering couple who're going to take a big fall': please sign this defamation waiver" or do they just manipulate editing to achieve the end regardless?
I mean, some of the contestants just play the dislikeable part too, too easily for it to be true, don't they?
I'm also enjoying some of the Fairfax analysis of how certain nights have gone. This one today by Ben Pobjie is a pretty funny account, I think. (And I felt really sorry for the couple who seemed very nice and certainly have been lucky in finding each other as the only 2 people in Australia who like the taste of a cinnamon biscuit with salmon.)
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