Recently my dear wife Emily, whom I love to death, spoke about the guilty pleasure that is Bridezillas. (You can read about that here). Now, sometimes I get caught watching this show with her and I have to admit that it has kept me glued to the TV for more than the mandated 15 minutes where a husband is then allowed to say “Okay, I’ve spent some time with you. I have to watch football now.” Most of the time, though, what tends to impress me with Bridezillas is the sort of tongue-in-cheek narration and – as a developing video editor – the editing. I mean, truly, ridiculous reality program or not, this show is edited very, very well. By all means, take that with whatever grain of salt you like, but I highly recommend checking it out just for that reason.
But I’m not here to talk about Bridezillas. I’m here to talk about its spin-off – a little show called Marriage Boot Camp: Bridezillas. The premise of this show is that it takes some of the more troubled couples from the parent show and throws them in a house together to work on their marital issues. In a way it’s very much a follow up to some of the more interesting couples from the original program.
And it’s so. Freaking. Addicting.
Don’t believe me? Well, let me explain how I know this to be true.
This past summer, as many of you are certainly not aware (since it was definitely not all over TMZ) Emily and I went up north to visit my brother in Hartford, CT. We took a drive down to Long Island and stayed in a hotel for a couple days. The second night we were there, we were looking for something to do, and while switching through the channels, Emily (and just Emily, definitely not me as well at all ever… I swear), recognized the face of one of the girls from a Bridezillas episode we… she… had watched, but noted that it didn’t look like the episode we… ARGH! SHE! had seen. So we stopped for a moment and watched. Within five minutes it was clear that this was an entirely new show that we had never seen before.
Marriage Boot Camp: Bridezillas had arrived!
Now before I proceed I just want to note: she started this.
We watched about five or six episodes of the show that night. And by “we” I mean Emily, myself, and my brother. Eagerly. And keep in mind each of these episodes is an hour long. And just to be clear, Emily actually didn’t make it to the sixth episode – but my brother and I did.
At 2AM I had to turn the television and the light off before we could get sucked into yet another episode. And, mind you, by that time my brother and I were fighting to keep our eyes open. Fighting. To keep our eyes open! So that we could watch this show!
Lights and TV off, my brother said it best: “Thank God! That was close!”