Just when you thought reality TV was a spent force in this country, along comes Married at First Sight.
NZ Idol is long gone. Dancing With The Stars, or, more accurately, Dancing with the Minor Celebrities Who, As Luck Would Have It, Just Happen To Be Available, has flamed out.
The Block is over for another torturous season and MKR hasn’t really come up to the boil. Really it just seems to be a giant excuse for the contestants to press each other’s faces against the grill.
But now we have MAFS we can all breathe a sigh of relief.
The start is where it all looks almost rosy. But the viewers have been quick to spot the holes, which have started to widen.
Will any of these relationships turn into a lifetime of commitment? No. Do we want them to? Not really. In fact the bigger the implosion the better.
I personally would like to see a happy ending for Fluffy but I can’t stop myself waving at the TV and yelling ‘‘Fluffy, look up. The bridge, it’s washed out. You’re racing towards it.’’
Good luck Fluffy.