Big Bother
I’m not much of a reality TV watcher.
The “flower” group are landscape lovers who are thirstier for posh shrubbery than people.
And “sexy seekers”, of course, are partial to footage of butts and people making out.
That’s your day-to-day.
Again, you’re not allowed to talk to the talent, but does that apply after hours?
The talent don’t think so.
They may have feedback and suggestions, perhaps with a view to building their own brands.
Bare-chested lothario Emile might request that you capture him snogging somebody with only his face in view.
Wholesome prude Charlie might ask you to avoid filming below waist level.
“They’re not actors,” says He.
Perhaps needless to say, there’s a mystery at the heart of the Crush House.
It boils down to a couple of questions.
And secondly: what’s in the basement below your office?
And it’s interesting to have a glimpse into other people’s lives or whatever'.
“And now, everyone’s like ‘this is all fake, right?'”
What is this person’s real motivation for being here?"
It seems like a thankless, degrading line of work.
But The Crush House is also profoundly ugly in ways not lightyears away from Santa Ragione’s otherwise dissimilarHorses.
