House Hunters on steroids....I watch mostly to see the fabulous NYC condos and town homes on offer to the rich and overly particular (not that I blame them at these prices). Unfortunately, we don't see enough of the properties. Three sleek, polished young men who are top Manhattan realtors raking in millions, apparently still don't have enough and have sold themselves to the Bravo network for even more money. At least two have had acting experience, which is helpful to them, since nearly every scene is clearly scripted and probably has little to do with reality. The problem is, their "supporting players" - developers, brokers, clients, etc., do not have an acting background, making some of the scenes awkward at best. Others seem to relish the idea of hamming it up with gusto on television. There's plenty of drama, of course, as we are brought (reluctantly on my part) into the realtors' personal lives and relationships. This offers lots of opportunity for angst, manufactured and otherwise, and terribly moving moments of Self-Discovery and Self-Actualization....can we just get back to the five-million-dollar condos, please?
I confess that despite my cynicism, I'm addicted to this show and its glowing tribute to narcissism. And yep, I'll be back for the new season when our three heroes return rested, freshly botoxed, and ready to perform for the cameras again. I recommend this show for those who enjoy this kind of thing - and know how to take it with a BIG grain of salt.
