Review: I've fallen out of Love Island
A week ago I wrote that I had seen my first episode of Love Island. I called it "endearingly empty".
By that I meant you knew it was going to be free from adults dealing with grown-up problems like inflation and performance reviews, and instead you get to see these human adults behave like they are teenagers again. It's sweet.
The show has never claimed to be deep. Like any game show, the contestants carry an attitude of "I came here with nothing, so I might as well try everything", but this time they're not talking about money or holidays but actual, real relationships.
As a result, the contestants are all only too happy to jump in another bed behind their partner's back, and the 'survival of the fittest' format means that only the most assertive guys get what they want.
The novelty of seeing a nice guy get rejected by a series of girls - which I said was funny in episode one - has worn off once you're six episodes in and beginning to get to know them.
I'm not saying I'm not still into it. I can tell you that I was upset to see Kendall go even though I blame her for falling for Adam's tricks. I was upset to see Eyal's kindness backfire and Wes falling foul of the girl cliche for sticking up for him. And I'm devestated that Alex continues to be rejected for being too nice.
Basically the nice people keep coming last and the decent people keep hanging around scrotes. It all feels a little too much like real life to be a show you can unwind to.
If I was talent recruitment for Love Island, I would ensure that everybody had a smooth ride and finished happy. That would be pleasant Sunday evening viewing. That's why my reality TV series are never a success.
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