Monday, November 17, 2008

surviving the fear, reality tv-style.

Watching Pinoy Fear Factor, Argentina, South America, World, Milky Way Galaxy, Universe last night. I needed to emphasize that because Ryan Agoncillo, the host, wants us to always remember that they were able to produce a show - another Pinoy franchise of Western reality shows - that they were able to shoot it, in Argentina, which come to think of it is not really a remote possibility. What they were able to do really is to transport half the globe a bunch of fuckable (of course, sex sells) twenty-something lousy retards who flinch and fall and fail most of the challenges (at least for two weeks it has been airing).

But for sheer consumable entertainment, I think I’ll score it a little notch higher than the Pinoy version of Survivor which really sucks like a vacuum cleaner. Having watched many seasons of Survivor hosted by Emmy-winning Jeff Probst, watching Survivor Phils is like watching the same Survivor dubbed in Tagalog. The scheming, the issues, the personages, it’s all the same, and with challenges that are not-so-challenging I could laugh. Even Paolo Bediones, who really sucked in this, rehashes Jeff’s line in Tagalog: “Nagsalita na ang tribo… (The tribe has spoken…)” Sheesh.

3 comments:

lucas said...

i totally agree withe every word! i tried watch to watch survivor phils coz i love the US version, but i just can't stand paolo sucking! hahaha!

nagsalita na ang tribo! wahahaha!

The Scud said...

haha. wala ngang kwenta si paolo bediones. ang ingay pa sa mga challenges. but i'm hooked sa survivor philippines. there's not much strategizing going on pero there are a couple of interesting personalities.

Visual Velocity said...

"Nagsalita na ang tribu?"

He really said that? WTF?

lulz. :D

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