The New York Times has a story today about what a huge hit this season of The Bachelor is because the bachelor has a kid this time. And then, suddenly, there's this part:
[The show's producer] Mr. Fleiss promises that the finale will leave fans hyperventilating. "It's insane, honestly," he said. "It's Chayefsky-esque," he added, referring to the screenwriter Paddy Chayefsky. "The last hour is pure 'Network.' "
As in the movie "Network," written by Chayefsky, in which an anchorman loses his mind and viewers start screaming out their windows?
"I don't mean it's like his writing," Mr. Fleiss said. "I mean in the freakishness of it."
WTF? Anyone who watches this show knows that every final rose ceremony is touted as "the most romantic and/or emotional ever," so either this finale is truly special or they've run out of exaggerated ways to sucker us into watching. I just hope the "freakishness" doesn't involve that poor exploited little boy, like making him choose his new mommy or something. I've been semi-boycotting this season because every show is two hours and I can't justify that when I haven't even seen The Wrestler yet, but after these producer promises I'm going to have to tune in, if only to see what this Network shit is all about. Also, I've never "hyperventilated" because of a reality show, and life is about new experiences. One thing is (semi, maybe, possibly) "certain": Melissa wins.
