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I remember enjoying the first season of The Real World, which took place in
The Film: My Little Eye
Elimination-based reality shows like Big Brother and Survivor are often defended by their proponents as an entertaining exercise in the psychology of group dynamics. Though I don’t watch the show, I can understand how the controlled survival struggle of Survivor would be interesting. I could never understand, however, what on earth made Big Brother into a smash hit in most of the locations where it was produced overseas. With shows like Temptation Island and Paradise Hotel, at least there was the guilty pleasure of feeling superior to the meatheads and bimbos that populated these tropical paradises. It was fun to watch them embarrass themselves as they furrowed their brows and attempted to “outsmart” each other in between clumsy seduction attempts, but with Big Brother it’s just a bunch of shallow idiots sitting around a house, bored to tears. I always thought that Harvey Danger was onto something when they penned the line “if you’re bored then you’re boring,” and nothing epitomizes this better than the housemates of Big Brother, whose interactions with each other are supposedly enhanced through a broad form of sensory deprivation, as their access to television, books, and any sort of creative outlet is entirely eliminated.
My Little Eye (2002) was a British horror film that was released during what was the apex of Big Brother’s popularity and relied heavily on a few of the conventions of the show, including the lure of prize money, total isolation of the contestants, and the use of night-vision cameras to capture activity that takes place in the dark. The film was shot in a large house in
While the idea of seeing the inhabitants of a Big Brother household slaughtered by an axe-wielding psycho certainly has its appeal, My Little Eye is more of a suspense thriller than a slasher film. It was a pretty forgettable movie, attempting but generally failing to instill a sense of tension regarding the fate of its unsympathetic characters. What I did enjoy about the movie, however, was the utter heartlessness of its ending. Combined with the lonely strains of Bikini Atoll’s “
Led by the pair of German-born siblings Viva and Gideon Siefert, Bikini Atoll was a relatively short-lived band whose name was inspired by the site of the first hydrogen bomb test in 1952. You’d think that a song called “
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