Pop culture hurricane last night, with Survivor at 7 (the witch is dead!) and a special screening of Series 7 at the Majestic at 9. I’m almost glad Blogger was down last night; my brain was so hot I couldn’t really form sentences.
Series 7 (which I’ve written about in the past) was phenomenal and disturbing. Anyone who is interested in pop culture and especially the “reality” craze should see it. It’s about a reality show where the contestants actually shoot (or knife or strangle or lethally inject) each other. The tone is spot-on, complete with re-enactments, confessionals, sappy flashbacks, and all the hallmarks we have come to expect from reality TV. What’s so horrifying about it is the hairs-breadth that separates the show I watched at 7 from the show I watched at 9.
As for Jerri’s ouster, I have mixed feelings. She was evil, and deserved the vote, but she was, as my Survivor-obsessed friend Wendy noted, about the only person left with a distinct personality. Life is full of these tradeoffs.