The format of this painfully dull show is identical to others of the Kardashian empire: interminable stages of people sitting in kitchens not eating cheese plates

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

Sunday nights premiere of the brand-new E! serial Rob& Chyna celebrates the return of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes expended years of his life unwilling to leave his room, which caused him to increase( his words) a control of heavines. He appears little cozy forming eye contact with other human beings than the little orphan girl Newt from the movie Aliens. A Los Angeles Dodgers hat covers whats left of the poor people thin, unkempt fuzz. His wardrobe contained in T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other statements, when I watch this astoundingly depressing planned, I identify myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).

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

Regardless of what you call her, Blac Chyna is the actual star of this establish, even if her reputation is second on the marquee. She came up from the world-famous row fraternities of Atlanta and became something of an entrepreneur, at least in accordance with the rules that we define that text in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid notoriety through a religion of temperament social media ubiquity, branded produces, and now, the final segment of the baffle, an E! actuality 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 link armies with Rob. Whether or not her relationship with Rob is genuine or a calculated effort to increase her paying 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. Picture: E!

If your litmus test for staying with a program is answering 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 you prefer a little bit of drama, then maybe flip over to another path. Or hurl your cable carton or streaming device into the nearest open body of water and stray 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 vistums of people operating luxury automobiles on featureless pikes, sitting around kitchens not dining cheese sheets, or folding clothes for a business trip that may or may not ever happen. During these situations, mush-mouthed pod parties debate some ill-defined conflict. Someone needs to go to rehab for a vague difficulty. Someone needs to text person back about a thing that happened off camera. Person feels disrespected. A party invite is lost in the mail. Watching these depicts is like reading the most banal email thread at 3am. Plug sad-eyed agoraphobe Rob Kardashian into this format and you have a panacea for insomnia so potent, the Food and Drug Administration should regulate it.

The ostensible story of this episode is organized around Rob accusing Chyna of texting people behind his back. He declares this to be the case because he discovers that Chyna has changed the passcode on her iPhone. He even insinuates that shes securing up with her ex, Tyga. All of this takes plaza with Rob spread out comfortably on a plot. Chyna repudiates any evil, then alleges Rob of contacting wives behind her back. He apparently admits it, which I vaguely remember before my eyelids glued slam for the evening. It must be the case, because the very next stage is Chyna in another expensive gondola screaming at Rob to stop texting bitches.

These are the moments one watches reality TV for aggressivenes, incoherent scream and curse. This is why I opt the Andy Cohen Bravo model for reality over the clumsy Ryan Seacrest/ Kris Jenner indulgence 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: set a cluster of attractive deckhands on a mega-yacht, ply them with booze, and encourage them to melt down every chapter. Would you rather watch that or a show starring beings too famed to manufacture proper clowns of themselves for your delight? The answer is, neither, Im a grownup who is too busy contributing significance to the culture to debase myself with such technicalities, but dont worry, I picked the show about yachties drunkenly hooking 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 things 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 Morgan Freeman from Pushing Miss Daisy. Theres a memorable background where Rob marches into Chynas home in full Eeyore mode, carrying flowers to apologize for texting bitches. Chyna isnt having it, grabs the flowers, chows them in a reserve, then knocks Rob out of her home. This is the turning point of the suspect legend, as the rest of the occurrence involves Chyna trying to get Rob to text her back, as she has apparently forgotten that she screamed at him to leave her alone while pissing all over his romantic gesticulate. Im sure Rob Kardashian, AKA Calabasas Morrissey, certainly 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 deal with Rob. Jenner is shown to be so prudent that I half expected her to have grown a whisker, picked up a large sprig, 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 cunning enough to use this to her advantage and will be the eventual win of this dim-witted race, then you arent paying attention to the prove. Thats fine, since it probably constructed you pass out from boredom, but the fact remains that one of the last faces you see in this first occurrence is Kris Jenner. The whole absurd project is hers and hers alone. Chyna can have a piece, as long as she compensates her taxes to her feudal lord.

And then theres Rob. At last-place, they found a space to monetize his mopey face and wrinkled robes. Instead of a Shrek-like creature they keep locked up in a basement, he has his own prove, which simply furthers the goals and objectives of his family. In exchange, this soul who perhaps has real clinical depression has to pretend to be a Tv star. By coincidence, E! has stumbled upon the saddest demonstrate on tv, so fitted with existential desperation that youd usurp it was drummed up by a government-funded writer in some sodden Scandinavian country over a bottle of cheap scotch. If “youre watching” more than one of the following options escapades, youll likely find yourself not leaving the house for years, just like Rob Kardashian.

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