The format of this dreadfully dull show is identical to other persons of the Kardashian empire: interminable situations of parties sitting in kitchens not gobbling cheese plates

Is there a least qualified world demonstrate hotshot than Rob Kardashian? If you lined up 10 parties from the shedding file 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 nighttimes debut of the brand-new E! sequence Rob& Chyna observes the income of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes invested years of their own lives unwilling to leave his room, which induced him to addition( his texts) a grasp of weight. He examines little comfortable manufacturing seeing contact with other human beings than the little orphan daughter Newt from the movie Aliens. A Los Angeles Dodgers hat covers whats left of the poor guys thin, matted mane. His wardrobe consists of T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other words, when I watch this astoundingly depressing program, I watch myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).

The first few minutes of Rob& Chyna intend to become us empathize with Rob and his pregnant fiancee Blac Chyna. As an aside, isnt it a bit gruesome that Blac Chyna disappears almost entirely by the call Chyna in the first occurrence 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 starring of this reveal, even if her identify is second on the marquee. She came up from the world-famous airstrip golf-clubs of Atlanta and became something of an entrepreneur, at least in accordance with the rules that we define that word in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid infamy through a religion of personality social media ubiquity, branded produces, and now, the final portion of the baffle, an E! world 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 obliges 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: started with the wind. Image: E!

If your litmus test for depositing with a program is refuting the issues to 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 throw your cable box or streaming machine into the nearest open body of water and wander into the town square. Either one is fine with me.

The format of this painfully monotonous show is identical to the other outposts of the Kardashian empire: wearisome stages of people driving luxury autoes on featureless superhighways, be standing kitchens not dining cheese dishes, or folding clothes for a business excursion that may or may not ever happen. During these situations, mush-mouthed pod beings debate some ill-defined conflict. Someone needs to go to rehab for a ambiguous trouble. Someone needs to text someone back about a act that happened off camera. Person detects disrespected. A party invite is lost in the mail. Watching these demoes is like speaking 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 govern it.

The ostensible patch of this episode revolves around Rob accusing Chyna of texting guys behind his back. He testifies this to be the case because he discovers that Chyna has changed the passcode on her iPhone. He even insinuates that shes hooking up with her ex, Tyga. All of this takes target with Rob spread out comfortably on a berth. Chyna repudiates any wrongdoing, then alleges Rob of contacting girls behind her back. He apparently declares it, which I vaguely recollect before my eyelids glued shut for the evening. 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 world Tv for belligerence, incoherent shouting and curse. This is why I prefer 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: make a knot of attractive deckhands on a mega-yacht, travel them with alcohol, and be fostered to melt down every episode. Would you instead watch that or a prove starring parties more far-famed to see proper buffoons of themselves for your amusement? The react is, neither, Im a grownup who is too busy including value to the culture to devalue myself with such frivolities, but dont fret, I picked the show about yachties drunkenly robbing 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 occasions 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 Driving Miss Daisy. Theres a memorable panorama where Rob walks into Chynas home in full Eeyore mode, carrying blooms to apologize for texting bitches. Chyna isnt having it, grabs the flowers, grubs them in a pond, then kicks Rob out of her room. This is the turning point of the alleged storey, as the rest of the occurrence commits Chyna trying to get Rob to text her back, as she has seemingly forgotten that she hollered at him to leave her alone while pissing all over his romantic gesture. Im sure Rob Kardashian, AKA Calabasas Morrissey, actually took that well.

Finally, Kris Jenner, matriarch of the extended Kardashian family and former nemesis of Blac Chyna, appears to counsel Chyna on how be addressed with Rob. Jenner is shown to be so wise that I half expected her to have grown a whisker, picked up a large wand, and shed on a pointy hat off-screen. Much has been made of how Blac Chyna is so clever and took down the Kardashians by getting engaged to Rob. Thats a neat little underdog narrative, but if you think that Kris Jenner isnt clever enough to use this to her advantage and will be the ultimate win of this dim-witted struggle, then you arent paying attention to the testify. Thats fine, since it probably stirred you pass out from apathy, but the fact remains that one of the last faces you see in this first occurrence is Kris Jenner. The whole absurd enterprise is hers and hers alone. Chyna can have a piece, as long as she compensates her taxes to her feudal lord.

And they are Rob. At last-place, they found a practice to monetize his mopey face and wrinkled clothes. Instead of a Shrek-like man they save locked away in a cellar, he has his own depict, which exclusively furthers the aims of his family. In exchange, this humanity who probably has real clinical depression has to pretend to be a Tv adept. By accident, E! has stumbled upon the saddest prove on tv, so filled with existential anguish that youd usurp it was drummed up by a government-funded columnist in some sodden Scandinavian country over a bottle of inexpensive scotch. If you watch more than one of these chapters, youll maybe find yourself not leaving the house for years, just like Rob Kardashian.

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