If only summer were a little longer! That’s what some private broadcasters think, who usually set their casting shows in that sun-drenched time of year when hormones are going crazy and children’s birthday games declared exams can be completed in skimpy clothing.
The rise of matchmaking revues like “Bachelor” and “Temptation Island” continues. Every year there is at least one more “Are You The One?” “Big Brother”, the mother of this chamber drama of the soapy first-person production, still got along with guys from the street. Because they now appear almost everywhere, but only in certain shows, they are called C-celebrities – and we are amazed at their salaries and television presence.
Celebrity couples compete against each other in the “Summer House of the Stars”, which is still running as autumn approaches. They gossip about each other, they argue bitterly and they get along cheesily. Maybe this is a crude form of couples therapy.
“Jungle camp” model
But this only continues what was brought to fruition in the “Jungle Camp” in an ironically saturated way. Confessions of life around the campfire have long surpassed bland cockroach meals. Almost everything is there, from tax evasion to manic cheating. The crown can often go to whoever atones most “authentically” for their sins.
Candidates who are only known to the public through their participation in such self-exposure games have long been flying to Australia. If there was still “Bet, that..?”, Elena Miras would probably be sitting next to Cher on the couch. You can guess what Thomas Gottschalk would say about that.