Even More Unbelievable
A few years ago, I wrote about “Worst
Cooks In America,” a program that airs (errs?) on Food Network. At
the time I thought maybe they were just going for ratings by
presenting a “reality” show that was simply unreal. Now, as the
pastiche enters its eighth season, it's even more unbelievable.
I once performed in a live show wherein
we brought up a guy from the audience to participate in the
proceedings. He was supposed to be just an average guy suddenly
thrust into the spotlight and put in an uncomfortable situation. He
turned out to be as dense as a mud brick and the comedy that ensued
centered on making him look inept and foolish. He was, of course,
what we in the business call a “plant” or a “shill.” He was
an actor on the payroll to perform the role of an exceedingly naïve
“common man.” And I'm sorry, but the producers of “Worst Cooks”
will never convince me that the same thing isn't going on on their
show. Why else would there be questions about acting experience on
the audition form? “Have you ever acted, performed or appeared on a
TV show (scripted, non-scripted, series, game, talk, documentary,
etc) or in a film?” “If YES, please list the last three most
recent appearances you've made and when.” Season 6 “winner,”
Alina Bolshakova, is an experienced actress with
a full resume on IMDb.
Last
night, I watched a woman have a spasm over measuring ¼ cup of
liquid. She claims to not even own a measuring cup and couldn't
fathom the concept of “one-quarter.” She wound up measuring out 1
¼ cups instead, to predictably disastrous results. Really? If this
supposed simpleton can't grasp the concept of quartering a whole, I
want to be around when she's divvying up the dollars. Then there was
the brain trust who couldn't figure out “finely chopped”; she
kept saying “FIN-ly” and blamed it on her poor command of
English. When “FINE-ly” was finally explained to her, she still
didn't understand the concept. Nor was she able to understand
“halved.”
Things
like “I can't read a recipe” and “I don't understand the words”
are the common excuses employed among contestants to explain their
abject stupidity. Guess they have a real problem with “some
assembly required,” too, huh? Better keep them away from IKEA.
Then
there's painful ignorance. When asked to get a plantain from the
pantry, the “truck driver” says, “What the hell is a plantain?”
And when he's shown one, his response is, “Well, why didn't you
just call it a banana in the first place.” Don't tell me it's an
honest mistake. He wasn't asked to explain what a plantain was, where
it came from, and how it would be used in a recipe. He was asked to
pick one out of a limited group of foods. Has he never been in the
produce section of a grocery store? I don't know the first thing
about an intake manifold, but I can point to one at Auto Zone.
No, I
think the producers of “Worst Cooks” deliberately coach these
people to be as dumb as humanly possible so that people like me will
sit there screaming at the TV and cringing at the antics of apparent
idiots who would dump an entire jar of seasoning into a single dish.
Even if these folks aren't all professional actors, they are being
coached to play to extreme type. The geek, the nervous nellie, the wannabe
sexpot, the gay flamer, the clueless blonde, the hunky-but-dumb guy –
they're all there every season. To those of us who know how to cook,
it's kind of like watching a horrible train wreck week after week.
And I think that's the point.
I
started cooking when I was seven. I say “cooking,” but there was
a lot of Minute Rice, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and frozen French
fries involved in those early efforts. It took me years to graduate
to more complex and sophisticated dishes. And yet, here we have these
alleged kitchen hazards who can barely boil water watch a chef
prepare a dish even I, with
fifty-plus years of experience, would be reluctant to attempt. They
watch one demo and then replicate the dish on the first try in sixty
minutes or less. Uh-huh. I believe that one.
Just
like I believe that cadres of kids and amateurs on all the myriad
cooking competition shows that overpopulate the airwaves these days
just instinctively or perhaps miraculously know how to whip up a
perfect Bearnaise sauce from scratch. You see it all the time; they
are turned loose in the pantry and they know exactly what to pick out
and exactly how to use it. No recipes, no cookbooks, no instructions.
The average twenty-year-old grocery clerk or ten-year-old
grade-schooler just naturally knows how to turn out duck a l'orange,
don't they? Or steak au poivre? I've lived in the South. Everybody
there knows how to prepare a perfect clam chowder without ever once
looking at a note, and beef wellington is something anybody can fix,
right? C'mon! In the past few years it's been revealed that shows
like “Master Chef,” both the junior and senior versions, actually
give intensive cooking lessons to all the “amateur” contestants
before they go on the air. You can't tell me the same thing isn't
happening over at “Worst Cooks.” Except there they are being
instructed to look just stupid enough to be real – or unreal – to
be in keeping with the theme of the show. Then, after just a few
weeks of stumbling and bumbling around like hopeless stereotypes,
they are suddenly able to pull off a five-star Michelin dinner that
fools a panel of high-powered food experts. Ri-i-i-i-i-i-i-ght! You
know, it is said that it takes a good singer to sing badly. The same
holds true for actors, and the actors on “Worst Cooks In America”
are among the best.
You do
know, I hope, that there are websites out there pandering to people
who want to be “reality” TV stars? They instruct wannabes as to
the ins and outs of getting on a “reality” show. That just makes
it all seem that much more “real,” right? And when the producers
put out a casting call, they don't pick the boring average people. I
mean, who wants to watch somebody normal? No, the entertainment value
is in the oddballs and the extremists, the ones who often pay a
service to put them out there in front of casting directors. You
don't honestly believe that the fifty-something woman who can't
figure out a measuring cup is for real, do
you? She's as real as the producers and directors want her to be.
Go
ahead. Watch “Worst Cooks In America.” I do. It's set up on my
DVR every Sunday night. I'll likely keep watching and screaming and
staring in disbelief because that's what I'm being programmed to do.
We're all being programmed to lower our standards. But remember, it's
nothing more than theater of the mindless. I'll never believe it, and
neither should you.
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