The format of this painfully dull show is identical to others of the Kardashian empire: interminable panoramas of beings sitting in kitchens not devouring cheese plates

Is there a least qualified reality demo hotshot than Rob Kardashian? If you lined up 10 parties from the shedding 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 people know his last name? Isnt this a tragedy? Shouldnt we all be more upset?

Sunday darkness premiere of the new E! line Rob& Chyna distinguishes the reappearance of the black sheep Kardashian to the public eye. Hes expended years of his life unwilling to leave his room, which generated him to gain( his paroles) a grasp of weight. He gazes less comfortable doing seeing linked with other human being than the little orphan girlfriend Newt from the movie Aliens. A Los Angeles Dodgers hat covers whats left of the poor guys thin, unkempt “hairs-breadth”. His wardrobe contained in T-shirts , nondescript jeans and sneakers. In other messages, when I watch this astoundingly depressing curriculum, I construe myself and what I might become( minus the millions of dollars ).

The first few minutes of Rob& Chyna intend to induce us sympathize with Rob and his pregnant fiancee Blac Chyna. As an digression, isnt it a little bit grisly that Blac Chyna proceeds almost entirely by the figure Chyna in the first escapade 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 whiz of this picture, 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 the way that we define that text in 2016. She took the Kardashian template of monetizing tabloid infamy through a sect of identity social media ubiquity, labelled concoctions, and now, the final article of the riddle, 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 forces 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: become with high winds. Picture: E!

If your litmus test for remaining with a program is reacting the question does someone fart within the first 10 instants 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 chest or streaming invention into the nearest open body of water and stray into the town square. Either one is fine with me.

The format of this dreadfully dull show is identical to the other outposts of the Kardashian empire: interminable situations of people driving indulgence vehicles on featureless freeways, be standing kitchens not gobbling cheese layers, or folding clothes for a business trip that may or may not ever happen. During these situations, mush-mouthed pod people debate some ill-defined conflict. Someone needs to go to rehab for a ambiguous question. Somebody must text person back about a thought that happened off camera. Person experiences disrespected. A party invite is lost in the mail. Watching these pictures is like reading “the worlds largest” banal email thread at 3am. Plug sad-eyed agoraphobe Rob Kardashian into this format and you have a antidote for insomnia so potent, the Food and Drug Administration should govern it.

The ostensible patch of this occurrence is organized around Rob accusing Chyna of texting people 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 fixing up with her ex, Tyga. All of this takes place with Rob spread out comfortably on a bed. Chyna disclaims any evil, then alleges Rob of contacting girls behind her back. He apparently admits it, which I vaguely remember before my eyelids glued shut for the night. It must be the case, because the very next vistum is Chyna in another expensive auto screaming at Rob to stop texting bitches.

These are the moments one watches reality Tv for hostility, incoherent scream and profanity. This is why I opt 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 region. Below Decks premise is simple: introduce a cluster of attractive deckhands on a mega-yacht, ply them with alcohol, and encourage them to melt down every chapter. Would you instead watch that or a show starring parties too famous to constitute proper gulls of themselves for your delight? The reaction is, neither, Im a grownup who is too busy lending value to the culture to debase myself with such frivolities, but dont annoy, I picked the show about yachties drunkenly fixing 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 circumstances 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 situation where Rob steps into Chynas home in full Eeyore mode, carrying flowers to apologize for texting bitches. Chyna isnt having it, grabs the flowers, chucks them in a puddle, then kicks Rob out of her live. This is the turning point of the alleged narration, as the rest of the chapter implies Chyna trying to get Rob to text her back, as she has apparently forgotten that she bellowed at him to leave her alone while pee-pee all over his nostalgic gesture. Im sure Rob Kardashian, AKA Calabasas Morrissey, certainly took that well.

Finally, Kris Jenner, matriarch of the expansive Kardashian family and former nemesis of Blac Chyna, appears to counsel Chyna on how be addressed 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 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 game, then you arent paying attention to the display. Thats fine, since it probably formed you pass out from apathy, but the fact remains that one of the last faces you see in this first episode is Kris Jenner. The whole absurd project 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-place, they found a road to monetize his mopey appearance and wrinkled invests. Instead of a Shrek-like person they retain locked away in a cellar, he has his own present, which merely furthers the attainment of the objectives of their own families. In exchange, this soldier who maybe has real clinical depression has to pretend to be a TV sun. By accident, E! has stumbled upon the saddest prove on tv, so fitted with existential despair that youd acquire 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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