You wouldn’t think I would have bothered with a show about making a “Bachelor” styled reality TV show. I would never watch such a thing in the real world. But UnReal is highly rated, and it’s done right. No holds barred, there are scummy characters running this circus. It reminded me of Californication.
I hesitated when I saw “Lifetime” channel logos. But they’ve changed. This could have been on Showtime or HBO.
Okay. The show is run by a carniverous psychopath who genuinely gets off on sadism. She pays cash bonuses. The corrupting effects of the job then filter down to the other producers and crew. Some may snap.
The prospective girls are paraded as in a Bangcock brothel and selected by the hunky British playboy. Their various personalities are exploited by the show’s handlers in unethical ways. The tension seems to ratchet tighter every episode.
So it’s a bubbling psychological sleaze pit. Some may deserve the torture, but clearly not all of the contestants. The show reveals Hollywood in its scummiest light. My kind of show.
How well do you understand allegory in fiction?