The format of this dreadfully dull show is identical to other persons of the Kardashian empire: interminable stages of people sitting in kitchens not chewing cheese plates

Is there a least qualified reality testify sun than Rob Kardashian? If you lined up 10 people from the throwing register of A& Es Intervention and Rob Kardashian and had to choose one to base an ongoing tv series around, would you ever pick him unless you knew his last name? Isnt this a tragedy? Shouldnt we all be more unnerved?

Sunday darkness debut of the new E! series Rob& Chyna distinguishes the render of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes invested years of their own lives unwilling to leave his room, which stimulated him to income( his messages) a clutch of weight. He appears little cozy becoming eye contact with other human being than the little orphan daughter Newt from the movie Aliens. A Los Angeles Dodgers hat covers whats left of the poor guys thin, unkempt fuzz. His wardrobe consists of T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other paroles, when I watch this astoundingly depressing program, I understand myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).

The first few minutes of Rob& Chyna intend to make us sympathize with Rob and his pregnant fiancee Blac Chyna. As an digression, isnt it a little bit ghoulish that Blac Chyna exits almost exclusively by the name Chyna in the first chapter now that the original Chyna the former WWE wrestler has died? Its like ransacking through someones jewelry after a funeral.

Regardless of what you call her, Blac Chyna is the actual idol of this depict, even if her figure is second on the marquee. She came up from the world-famous strip teams of Atlanta and became something of an entrepreneur, at least in the way that we characterize that text in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid notoriety through a religion of personality social media ubiquity, labelled produces, and now, the final part of the puzzle, an E! reality franchise. Shes become a major supporting player in the ongoing Kardashian meta-narrative having a baby with the rapper Tyga, who then leaves her for Kylie Jenner, which leads to Chyna connect thrusts with Rob. Whether or not her relationship with Rob is genuine or a calculated effort to increase her earning potential is not for me to decide (* cough its bullshit cough *) but what is is whether or not this TV show is good. Its not.

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Rob& Chyna: get with the wind. Picture: E!

If your litmus test for protruding with a program is answering the issues to does someone fart within the first 10 times with a yes, then Rob& Chyna is for you. Spoiler alert, Chyna farts in the car. If you prefer a bit of drama, then maybe flip over to another channel. Or throw your cable carton or streaming device into the nearest open body of water and wander into the town square. Either one is fine with me.

The format of this dreadfully monotonous show is identical to the other outposts of the Kardashian empire: wearisome backgrounds of parties driving luxury vehicles on featureless roadways, sitting around kitchens not chewing cheese layers, or folding clothes for a business journey that may or may not ever happen. During these panoramas, mush-mouthed pod people debate some ill-defined conflict. Someone needs to go to rehab for a ambiguous problem. Someone needs to text person back about a happening that happened off camera. Person appears disrespected. A party invite is lost in the mail. Watching these reveals is like speaking the most banal email thread at 3am. Plug sad-eyed agoraphobe Rob Kardashian into this format and you have a remedy for insomnia so potent, the Food and Drug Administration should regulate it.

The ostensible story of this chapter is organized around Rob alleging Chyna of texting people behind his back. He says this to be the case because he discovers that Chyna has changed the passcode on her iPhone. He even insinuates that shes fixing up with her ex, Tyga. All of this takes place with Rob spread out comfortably on a bed. Chyna disclaims any evil, then accuses Rob of contacting women behind her back. He apparently admits it, which I vaguely remember before my eyelids glued closed for the night. It must be the case, because the very next incident is Chyna in another expensive car screaming at Rob to stop texting bitches.

These are the moments one watches reality TV for hostility, incoherent shouting and curse. This is why I opt the Andy Cohen Bravo model for reality over the ponderous Ryan Seacrest/ Kris Jenner luxury gabfests. Contrast Rob& Chyna with Bravos Below Deck, currently on the work of its fourth season and with one spinoff under its belt. Below Decks premise is simple: introduce a knot of attractive deckhands on a mega-yacht, travel them with alcohol, and encourage them to melt down every chapter. Would you instead watch that or a prove starring people more famous to manufacture proper buffoons of themselves for your delight? The explanation is, neither, Im a grownup who is too busy contributing evaluate to the culture to demoralize myself with such playthings, but dont worry, I picked the show about yachties drunkenly hooking up too.

I will say that the producers of Rob& Chyna( which include the titular Rob and Chyna among their grades) do try to spice concepts up. Scott Disick appears in the role of Robs only friend in the whole world and his chauffeur, schlepping him around Los Angeles like a pasty white-hot Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy. Theres a memorable panorama where Rob moves into Chynas home in full Eeyore mode, carrying blooms to apologize for texting bitches. Chyna isnt having it, grabs the flowers, chucks them in a consortium, then kicks Rob out of her home. This is the turning point of the suspect narration, as the rest of the episode concerns Chyna trying to get Rob to text her back, as she has apparently be pointed out that she hollered at him to leave her alone while pee-pee all over his romantic gesture. Im sure Rob Kardashian, AKA Calabasas Morrissey, really took that well.

Finally, Kris Jenner, matriarch of the expansive Kardashian family and former nemesis of Blac Chyna, appears to counsel Chyna on how to deal with Rob. Jenner is shown to be so prudent that I half expected her to have grown a beard, picked up a large twig, and thrown on a pointy hat off-screen. Much has been made of how Blac Chyna is so cunning and took down the Kardashians by getting engaged to Rob. Thats a nifty little underdog narrative, but if you think that Kris Jenner isnt clever enough to use this to her advantage and will be the ultimate winner of this dim-witted rivalry, then you arent paying attention to the testify. Thats fine, since it probably cleared you pass out from wearines, but the facts of the case remains that one of the last faces you see in this first episode is Kris Jenner. The whole brainless endeavour is hers and hers alone. Chyna can have a piece, as long as she pays her taxes to her feudal lord.

And they are Rob. At last-place, they found a channel to monetize his mopey appearance and wrinkled clothes. Instead of a Shrek-like man they keep locked away in a basement, he has his own reveal, which only furthers the attainment of the objectives of his family. In exchange, this humanity who probably has real clinical depression has to pretend to be a TV whiz. By accident, E! has stumbled upon the saddest see on tv, so fitted with existential despair that youd acquire it was drummed up by a government-funded columnist in some mushy Scandinavian country over a bottle of inexpensive scotch. If “youre watching” more than one of these occurrences, youll probably find yourself not leaving the house for years, just like Rob Kardashian.

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