Another entry in to the pantheon of evergreen satires of worlds on the brink of total societal collapse — this time however there's not one minute to midnight on the Doomsday Clock. Series 7: The Contenders is a brutally enthralling send-up of reality TV by way of a sensationalised murder contest broadcasted to the masses where the last standing wins. Daniel Minahan and his crew effortlessly recreate the vibe of watching an early 2000s reality show, snarkily lacerating the entire medium in a beautifully grotesque way, but along the journey it loses focus of its biting critique whenever it pivots to the dry interpersonal drama of the characters, which it does quite a bit. Thankfully the drama is playing second fiddle to the ghoulish comedy — the recreation at the end is one of the funniest and grimmest sequences I've ever seen, and I fear Mr Beast will be doing this shit soon.
Another entry in to the pantheon of evergreen satires of worlds on the brink of total societal collapse — this time however there's not one minute to midnight on the Doomsday Clock. Series 7: The Contenders is a brutally enthralling send-up of reality TV by way of a sensationalised murder contest broadcasted to the masses where the last standing wins. Daniel Minahan and his crew effortlessly recreate the vibe of watching an early 2000s reality show, snarkily lacerating the entire medium in a beautifully grotesque way, but along the journey it loses focus of its biting critique whenever it pivots to the dry interpersonal drama of the characters, which it does quite a bit. Thankfully the drama is playing second fiddle to the ghoulish comedy — the recreation at the end is one of the funniest and grimmest sequences I've ever seen, and I fear Mr Beast will be doing this shit soon.
