Today, I caught a few minutes of the Jersey Shore spin-off, “The Pauly D Project.” From the little I saw, here’s what I think happens on the show: Pauly D wakes up, has breakfast, DJs at a club, goes back to the hotel and changes, DJs at a club, goes back to the hotel, wakes up…wash, rinse, repeat. It didn’t look like there was any narrative arc–no plot lines that motivate individual episodes.
I’m probably wrong–I bet there’s a guy in his crew who struggles with addiction, or one who has trouble with the ladies, and maybe Pauly D’s Jersey friends show up. If any of that happens, it makes the show just like every other celebrity reality show (see: Kardashians).
But it got me thinking about what it would be like if my first impression were true: what if there was a reality show where the one and only narrative objective is to demonstrate the banality of celebrity? Wake up, get breakfast made for you, hair and makeup stylists arrive, after a few hours in a chair, your publicist shows up and takes you to get your book signed, you get mobbed by a crowd, escape for a late lunch, go for an hour with your trainer, answer emails and phone calls for two hours, go to dinner, go to an event, go home, go to sleep. I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure this is inevitable.