I’ve been a fan of reality TV since I was 10. Usually I’m able to defend it. I’ll talk about the intense competition of The Challenge or the social experiment that is Big Brother. There’s plot. There’s storylines. Unexpected twists and turns. Betrayal!
Below Deck has none of these things.
Below Deck doesn’t have a plot. Nothing really happens episode to episode. These slightly entertaining people work on a boat. That’s it. The boat is never in danger. They aren’t hunting game. They are rarely funny and there isn’t much drama.
AND I CAN’T FUCKING STOP WATCHING!
Can’t do it. If it’s on, I watch. It’s like Remember The Titans or Impractical Jokers. I started watching on accident. I would pause for a moment as I passed it and then keep scrolling. But slowly, that pause became a linger. And soon, I was watching episodes back to back. Which brings us to today. A time in my life when I’m excited that there is a new season. They go to the Mediterranean this time!
Other shows need cliffhangers. Other shows need sex and violence. Game of Thrones needed to chop it’s main characters’ heads off. This show just needs the guests on the charter to be slightly rude and I’m fucking hooked. How is Kate going to deal with them? Is Captain Sandy mad at interior again? They’re trying their best! And for fuck sake can everyone just give chef Ben some space!!
What a show. What a fucking show!
