Return ouikène my preserved lemons, and a sudden desire to repair a serious breach of the consistency of the contents of these places: it's true, I've always no mention of the epic Who wants to marry my son? , the new issue of TF1 and mixing Bachelor Date My Mum . It must be said, in my defense, I live-tweet live from the show, which is much more fun (and allows me to contribute for once in my Laifa, hashtags to boost a summit of world Topics Trend of Toutitteur) (it has grounds glory we can, but the sensation of participating in an emergence in the mainstream media ouèbesque of a greater whole with the rest of the world, is not it exhilarating, my crackers? ) (oh yes, it is).
(I'll buy me a life and come back)
I can only agree with POC, who are very uncomfortable in front of the trashitude level of this new version of the concept of dating. It's been several years that television has generously put in contact with anonymous people, who would probably never met in real life, to help force a chance to train and beautiful couples united and ready to resist passing time.
Damage, however, that monitoring of these couples (who are not intending to stay famous, and thus in the special zoning "Has-beens of reality TV: What are they now?" Of magazines Investigation of quality) is not insured, and we do not know if it's worth it, if celibacy desperate to try his luck on TV. Love is in the pre has attempted a record this summer, telling us how many marriages and kids had so far been generated by the program (as I recall, not much). But overall, it is unclear whether Micheline was right to deceive her husband on the island of temptation with a tempter who had promised the moon and a wedding back home in the suburbs of Nice, or if Jean-Rene finally he had stayed with Vanessa encountered on a golf kart (because he "loves adventurous girls and big boobs, so if you're a nerd trapped in small breasts, it will be NEXT) and under the prying cameras of Next Made in France.
Pessimism, which is a philosophy of life for me, leads me to believe that no, Micheline took over her husband's departure, with whom she now leads a life sordid and consumed by bitterness, while Jean-Rene perhaps Vanessa cum once before never to remember (and again).
All that to say anything? But I am, my sea salt caramels, I come here. In fact, these emissions are doomed not to (or else very difficult) to produce viable couples: everyone, even the most brainless viewers (including myself, otherwise I would not look # qvemf in 2010 is an + Big Brother 9 after), finally noted that the staging was setting and the general atmosphere distorted completely the possibility of the birth of a true story in such programs.
December ', undermined a guy into a prince charming, luxury suites in hotels of the cities most classes of the planet (well, as long as you consider that Miami is the class , eh), alcohol at will off camera (to promote the clashes but fuck), evening dresses, cameras that spur you unconsciously to "create action" by saying or doing things which you would have probably failed in normal times, ballads by yacht or helicopter or limousine (but Then, strangely, never taxi driven by a Malian illegal immigrants, eh) ... You surprise me that after two weeks of shooting, do you think married Antonio Sabato Jr Brad Pitt, my daughter!
reality, one suspects, is that on returning to Nogent-le-Rotrou and finding an everyday job-based, supermarket and one dinner per month Campanile corner, your Bachelor, it seems to you very far. Not surprisingly, we do not hear our beloved TV channels claim to have saved the institution of marriage in broad strokes balances Matrimonial previous seasons of their programs sauce Meetic.
It is logical that these programs after a few years, not brew more than 1) of the fools (I suspect even the concept of love is in the field of stem directly from I'm thinking of doing), and 2) and a bit vulgar beasts ready to roast forever in passing at best for idiots at worst enemy for the No. 1 television, which will require several years therapy to recover from viral videos, valves based on its name alone, slaps and free glasses kir in the face (which are good) distributed by strangers in public places, etc..
With such data, paradoxically, the carton casters, with a field to shoot more telegenic, more and more trash, more and more artificial ... and suddenly more and more hypnotic. Whatever, basically, that the bachelors and bachelorettes of 2010 do not have the sincerity nor the naivete of their equivalents in 2001, and they are there to build a modest and fleeting notoriety that they offer, at best, a CSD of six months to the columnist or the horn in an obscure program TNT (or simply to find himself naked in Interview). What matters now is to be a character. No matter whether it's a fake character, too much or just inconceivable in a society where, in principle, its existence seems impossible. The important thing is that it forms part of a clearly identifiable stereotype, but in a version not yet seen. For men, it is the Mound of Mickael Vendetta, badger racing. For girls, it's just vulgar hottie (and, in the case of # qvemf, treated as a sub-shit).
And so that's where we finally get (after 60 lines, admit that I kill you) to Who wants to marry my son?
But yes, who will? The truth, until now nobody. Because beyond that we Tanguy syndrome (on) A sells, they are mostly glaucous neurotic option that the program has decided to market copulage of the meeting.
course start by the iconic (and already famous) (But for how long), Giuseppe, king of assholes, and his mother Marie-France frightening. Kind of mix between Jean-Claude Van Damme (for personal convictions about the meaning of life, proclaimed in shots made phrases) and Mound (for the strong side to face obviously exacerbated by the presence of cameras), it is so too much that many people are wondering if it's a fake: in real life, what job, what girlfriends, what interactions with normal human beings this guy could have it without having already been long taken a shovel behind the head? I'm afraid that the character is not if it retouched. His mother, a model of natural beauty, only push it into his delusions misogynist, she is convinced she was well educated, a woman must "remain in place" and stand up his son is wrong (must face real life definitely be very complicated for Giuseppe, it just does not flown home to his mother 39 years well typed). Obviously, these two were cast (or so, found by chance and preferred to other candidates) (but I doubt it) to move to Zapping and to talk about the issue, bringing to the program over- cults and phrases necessary to retain viewers during eight weeks (since the viewer has seen others, and requires real vulgarity, real good shit grime to be outraged and hung). Like everyone else, I can not stand this poor guy, but I think it has more to lose than to gain its passage in this issue. Will be harder for him fall.
Benjamin, the gay candidate, now the kind of quota that does well in the concepts of dating television, looks roughly balanced. But it is doubtful anyway, simply because he is participating in this charade. I wonder if it crossed the other candidates on the set, including Giuseppe, I give a lot to hear what he has to say about homosexuality. In addition to its most obvious social handicap (work in fashion BURGUNDY), what is striking in this nice boy what Benjamin is that his mother Odile, although comprehensive and mega open about the sexuality of her son (which does not prevent him from illusions of the kind that his son is too chaste for the cop gossbô after ten minutes of chatter in the evening) (it is naive), is an albatross. Stuck to its Basque able to call it ten times and let him five messages on her answering machine so she knows appointments, Odile is one step in the trip-incestuous SORDIDO last Friday by doing exercises from mouth to mouth with the suitors of his gay son, who incidentally had him cardiac massage with views down his wrinkled neck. I especially think that this poor woman is a bit like picking up and is afraid of being alone at home, which until now arranging her son, too lazy to do his laundry (as I understand). But hey, it makes no emotional blackmail and their relationship is not too twisted.
Twisted, Florent relationship with his mother Corinne is. The boy is probably a little too silly (and probably a little too much like her mother) to see, but you have a mother who constantly fiddles, who keeps telling you that you are the most beautiful man on Earth , which takes you a bit to Ken and actively seeks to cram you with a Barbie she arbitrary decree if it is enough or not pretty (not nice, not intelligent, not loving, nah, just pretty) to take its place beside you (thus taking himself for your girl) is over-creepy. Next Friday, Corinne will reluctantly the latest contenders to his son in his den of incestuous love his house, and will house four in a motorhome of 10 square meters in the garden. TF1 course on us to be shocked by the actions of the unscrupulous or even childish psychopath. And we probably will.
Remain Alban, the cad who treated one of his contenders (Cindy, the stripper was not very pretty) of transvestite after inexplicably covered with attention and amorous glances she was adamant in saying one of the most beautiful girls he had seen his Laif, and Alexander, who experiments with his mother Aline a sub-branch of the concept of the show: Who wants deflowered my son?
None of these gentlemen probably grew out of the adventure, and it would be interesting, not least the day after the broadcast the last episode, whether one of the "couples" formed by the stink bomb is still united. Attention through the use of the term "stink bomb", I do not poses a censor also oppose the meanness of this program, but rather a kid half-amused Mid disgusted by this new toy a little immature, trivial, which does not fly very high but nevertheless a source of fun (the proof that I have no soul: I regret the absence of the otherwise promising Jerome , Cyprian sort of looking for a busty blonde, sold by the trailer for the program in early October but not in the show) (it may be dead, and meanwhile his family objected to the broadcast? Or his mother was too ashamed of the trailer and moved heaven and earth to oppose the spread and protect his son?) (this is good). Even if, once the TV off and dried Timeline Twitter was a little ashamed of having yielded to his baser instincts and the ease of such an entertainment.
