I’m total reality tv trash. I’m not even going to be ashamed of it – I love reality tv, unironically, though most of the time I fall for the competition kind. RuPaul’s Drag Race, Project Runway, Hell’s Kitchen… there was a time when I was younger when I also followed Survivor and The Farm, but I fell out of it after a season or two. Reality tv without any kind of skill competition was just too repetitive. I love the drama, scripted or not, but there needs to be more than that.
Let me introduce you to Terrace House. On the surface it looks a bit like Big Brother – six strangers share a house together and we get to watch their every move. Except, in Terrace House sharing a house is literally all they do. There’s no prize, other than getting to live in a gorgeous house with access to a car and a swimming pool, plus whatever fame and recognition you might get in the process. There are no tasks, or rules, or goals. All they do is share a house together and go on with their lives. If they for any reason what so ever feel like they don’t want to continue living in the house, they can move out and someone else moves in. No voting, no strategies, no pacts, just adorable Japanese boys and girls who live together, make friends, solve conflicts and share a bit of their life with an audience.
The hosts are another reason why I love Terrace House, because they sound exactly like fans. They can be opinionated about the events at the house or about which participants they like or dislike, but most of the time they just crack jokes and gossip about which people should kiss. It’s a very safe and comforting show, like the Great British Bake Off of reality tv and you quickly find yourself wanting them to do well in their lives.
Season 2, Terrace House: Boys and Girls in the City is available as a Netflix Original and the 3rd season, Aloha State, was released just this week. Get on it, it’s the best for binging.