Love Island USA, S8 — 4/5
At the beginning of this 30-some odd hour excursion, I said often and aloud "this is disgusting." They kiss so aggressively, they're so proud of their promiscuity, they peacock, and a new generation of young attractive types watch it and want to put themselves on display. It was porn without the penetration. As a people, it can only make us worse. These people, the Christofs in the tower, no trace of them ever seen, have created a new torture box designed to traumatize young people. And then, towards the end, this fucking show made me cry! Sigh. What is the use of harsh opinions if I can't hold onto them. This show, through its Stanford experiment fuckery, has created an environment where people grow attached. It's truly hard to say how much of it is real, and what might still exist outside this confinement, but also the sheer amount of time spent with each other, and the weird trials they're put through, have created genuine displays of love and affection and empathy and brooding and narcissism and self-torture on top of the handmade torture they've been provided, and I couldn't stop talking about it for weeks. Through this false fucking facade, this fake weird show, there exists the capacity to reveal something true and real and heartbreaking. I feel like this is just replicating for us the fucking Greek plays where the actors wore the egregious masks. In the opening minutes, the disguise is obvious, how could anyone see beyond them, but then slowly, without realizing it, you forget you're seeing a mask at all. Brinity 4 ever.