I know I said yesterday I was looking forward to watching last night's premiere of the Biggest Loser, and I was, but I was also starting to wonder if this would be the point in time when it started getting old.
I mean, honestly, how many times can you watch pretty much the same story? Despite their attempts to freshen it up with new wrinkles and each recruiting "the heaviest contestant ever," it's all really just fat people sweating and crying, as their trainers scream and plead and offer a sympathetic shoulder. It's all about making progress and slipping back, and ultimately, hopefully, succeeding. Could the show really continue to hold the viewer's interest after basically repeating the same plot over and over and nine times over?
Answer: You betcha!
I was actually surprised about how quickly I fell into watching this new season. Usually, I fall in love with the cast over time, and when a new season starts, it takes a few episodes for me to really get into it, because I'm still wrapped up in the previous season.
Not this time. This season, I'm feeling captivated right from the git-go.
I think a lot of it has to do with Mike, this season's "heaviest contestant ever." Mike -- who in real life is Michael Ventrella, of Chicago -- genuinely seems like a genuine helluva guy, but one who just seems lost. I admit, upon first glance, I was thinking there was no way he would last. But as he began to speak, one could hear the sincere pain and the longing in his voice. He simply needed help. "He just might do it," I said to my wife.
But, anyway, enough about TV.
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