As a fan (read: obsessive) of the US version of The Bachelor and Bachelorette, I was beyond excited to see a UK version. BUT IT IS AWFUL! Admittedly, the US Bachelor is cheesy, has its own share of uber glammed girls, some desperate to make an impression, some slightly psycho and others plain odd. But the bunch presented on the Bachelor UK took it to a whole new level. There were some ‘normal’ girls but the majority hold that most random of jobs - model/promo girl. Sure thing. Where are the REAL girls? Not the fame whores, but the have a bad hair day girls who think less is more and don’t own shares in fake eyelashes or bronzer. The thing that annoys me most is that this version gives the US version a bad name - at least they trim the roses in the US. None of this leaf action.
If we get down to the nitty gritty, this is just not a UK thing - it isn’t in our nature to vy for attention or pour our heart out, sober, on a first date. It’s more likely on a first day in the UK that we’d get stonkingly drunk, try to snog the bloke and describe our wedding day in minute detail whilst he slowly inches away. On the US version, they’re discussing past relationships, mother issues and sexual partners before they’ve finished their first cocktail. But somehow, it works. I can’t see the UK version pulling this off particularly well.
I’m going to be blunt here. The UK version is tacky. Of course the US one is, but its tacky in a cheesy way - the UK one is just plain cut-price. and if that Carrieann continues to speak in her baby voice, I will scream. And possibly write a strongly worded letter to Channel 5.
Ultimately, the US would never have The Bachelor as a fake tanned, fully shaved man. Nor one with such a well-known ex or so monosyllabic. Tough job Gav, but someone’s gotta do it.
Chezza’s got dirty! And not in a sending naughty pics to Cowell way, but the blonde way. We’re waiting with baited breath to see pics of Cheryl’s new blonde bob, and whilst she no doubt had a team of minions brushing her hair with gold, I like to think she was in her bathroom, dripping the dye (apparently the shade is L’Oreal Casting Crème Gloss, shade 8304) all over the floor and furiously wiping the drips off her forehead while a timer ticks away….