The format of this painfully dull show is identical to other persons of the Kardashian empire: wearisome backgrounds of beings sitting in kitchens not ingesting cheese plates

Is there a less qualified actuality picture star than Rob Kardashian? If you lined up 10 people from the throwing record 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 upset?

Sunday nights debut of the new E! series Rob& Chyna recognizes the return of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes spent years of his life unwilling to leave his room, which generated him to addition( his terms) a grip of weight. He examines less comfy inducing seeing 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 hair. His wardrobe consists of T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other terms, when I watch this astoundingly depressing planned, I look myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).

The first few minutes of Rob& Chyna intend to do us empathize with Rob and his pregnant fiancee Blac Chyna. As an digression, isnt it a bit gruesome that Blac Chyna get almost exclusively by the refer Chyna in the first chapter now that the original Chyna the former WWE wrestler has died? Its like rummaging through someones jewelry after a funeral.

Regardless of what you call her, Blac Chyna is the actual ace of this testify, even if her epithet is second on the marquee. She came up from the world-famous deprive teams of Atlanta and grew something of an entrepreneur, at least in the way that we characterize that parole in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid villainy through a sect of temperament social media ubiquity, labelled makes, and now, the final segment 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 unite forces-out with Rob. Whether or not her relationship with Rob is genuine or a calculated effort to increase her giving 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: exited with high winds. Photograph: E!

If your litmus test for remaining with a program is refuting the question does someone fart within the first 10 hours with a yes, then Rob& Chyna is for you. Spoiler alert, Chyna farts in the car. If “youd prefer” a bit of drama, then maybe flip over to another canal. Or shed your cable chest or streaming machine into the nearest open body of water and walk into the town square. Either one is fine with me.

The format of this painfully dull show is identical to the other outposts of the Kardashian empire: interminable situations of parties driving luxury vehicles on featureless routes, be standing kitchens not ingesting cheese platefuls, or folding invests for a business journey that may or may not ever happen. During these vistums, mush-mouthed pod parties debate some ill-defined conflict. Person needs to go to rehab for a ambiguous question. Person must be free to textbook person back about a event that happened off camera. Someone feels disrespected. A party invite is lost in the mail. Watching these shows is like reading the most banal email thread at 3am. Plug sad-eyed agoraphobe Rob Kardashian into this format and you have a dry for insomnia so potent, the Food and Drug Administration should regulate it.

The ostensible scheme of this episode revolves around Rob alleging Chyna of texting guys behind his back. He affirms this to be the case because he discovers that Chyna has changed the passcode on her iPhone. He even insinuates that shes robbing up with her ex, Tyga. All of this takes situate with Rob spread out comfortably on a bottom. Chyna repudiates any evil, then alleges Rob of contacting women behind her back. He apparently acknowledges 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 automobile screaming at Rob to stop texting bitches.

These are the moments one watches reality TV for belligerence, incoherent yell and curse. This is why I favor the Andy Cohen Bravo model for reality over the clumsy Ryan Seacrest/ Kris Jenner luxury gabfests. Contrast Rob& Chyna with Bravos Below Deck, currently on its fourth season and with one spinoff under its belt. Below Decks premise is simple: introduce a bunch of attractive deckhands on a mega-yacht, cater them with alcohol, and encourages women to melt down every escapade. Would you instead watch that or a show starring people extremely famed to obligate proper gulls of themselves for your amusement? The explanation is, neither, Im a grownup who is too busy contributing significance to the culture to demean myself with such technicalities, but dont fret, I picked the show about yachties drunkenly fastening up too.

I said here today that the producers of Rob& Chyna( which include the titular Rob and Chyna among their grades) do try to spice stuffs up. Scott Disick appears in the role of Robs only friend in the entire world and his chauffeur, schlepping him around Los Angeles like a pasty white-hot Morgan Freeman from Driving Miss Daisy. Theres a memorable incident where Rob saunters into Chynas home in full Eeyore mode, carrying buds to apologize for texting bitches. Chyna isnt having it, grabs the flowers, chows them in a pond, then knocks Rob out of her room. This is the turning point of the alleged legend, as the rest of the episode involves Chyna trying to get Rob to text her back, as she has seemingly forgotten that she hollered at him to leave her alone while pee-pee all over his romantic gesticulate. Im sure Rob Kardashian, AKA Calabasas Morrissey, really took that well.

Finally, Kris Jenner, matriarch of the extended Kardashian family and former nemesis of Blac Chyna, appears to counsel Chyna on how to handle Rob. Jenner is shown to be so prudent that I half expected her to have grown a whisker, picked up a large rod, and shed on a pointy hat off-screen. Much has been made of how Blac Chyna is so astute and took down the Kardashians by getting engaged to Rob. Thats a neat little underdog narrative, but if you think that Kris Jenner isnt ingeniou enough to use this to her advantage and will be the ultimate win of this dim-witted rivalry, then you arent paying attention to the evidence. Thats fine, since it probably cleared you pass out from boredom, but the facts of the case remains that one of the last faces you see in this first occurrence 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 then theres Rob. At last, they found a behavior to monetize his mopey face and wrinkled clothes. Instead of a Shrek-like mortal they save locked away in a cellar, he has his own evidence, which exclusively furthers the aims of their own families. In exchange, this soul who perhaps has real clinical depression has to pretend to be a TV wizard. By coincidence, E! has stumbled upon the saddest appearance on tv, so fitted with existential desperation that youd assume it was drummed up by a government-funded novelist in some mushy Scandinavian country over a bottle of cheap scotch. If you watch more than one of these chapters, youll probably find yourself not leaving the house for years, just like Rob Kardashian.

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