I hate game shows. I don’t know why- they’ve just always creeped me out. Maybe it’s the high pitched theme songs, or the insincere uproar of applause and whistles. Maybe it’s the way the show host’s voice is always a little too excited, their smiles plastified into position.
In any case, if American game shows always gave me the heebies, European game shows are the things of nightmares. - Unfortunately my husband is a fan and I’ve been forced to sit through them on occasion.
The first time I saw ‘Attention à la Marche !’ (tsl : ‘Watch the Stairs !’) I couldn’t speak or understand French very well. So there was no way of knowing why there were animated purple blobs dancing at the bottom of the screen or reacting to the contestants. The audience not only laughs and whistles on cue but also breaks into song and dance with coordinated shoulder shimmies.
Then the show suddenly comes to halt and clears the floor for some random act : karaté demonstrations, people on stilts, a scene from a musical, a couple doing the cha cha…you name it. Why ?...Beats the hell out of me.
And then there are shows like ‘Wheel of Fortune’ and ‘The Price is Right’. Except in France, Vanna White is a six foot tall, big-boobed blondie and the five foot tall show host is constantly talking into her breasts as though they’re a set of microphones.
Every article on the ‘Price is Right’ is featured with half dressed woman fawning over it as though it’s an alpha male; sprawling herself across car hoods, riding the exercise bike in her bikini and fingering toasters as though they’ve all the appeal of Johny Depp in his Jump Street years.
It takes some getting used to, I’ll tell you that. But then again I suppose I can count myself lucky--- I’ve heard other European countries have game shows that are even more random and racy than their French counterparts.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!