The new American Gladiators is one of the most entertaining shows on TV.
Yes, it is a dumb show, but it's glorious.
I have also found that it is the perfect show to watch via a DVR. In my mind, this program has no host, as I skip past all of the interview segments. They have about as much to do with the actual show as commercials do. I don't want to hear these people talk about how they have "waited all of their life for this moment... blah, blah..." I just want to see them get picked up and thrown.
I think this must be the genius to the show: people getting thrown. I don't know what it is beyond that. It is admittedly quite silly, about as silly as Pro-Wrestling. And yet, I really have no interest in pro-wrestling, yet I can't get enough of American Gladiators.

I also have a platonic crush on the gladiator that is appropriately named "Crush." By platonic crush, I mean that I simply want to be her friend. She is the only Gladiator that doesn't have some sort of ridiculously cartoonish personal. She's actually quite modest in revelry. And she always wins.
(sigh...) I need the writer's strike to end...
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