Big Brother 4: Monty Brinton
Ken Tucker
August 01, 2003 AT 12:00 PM EDT

Big Brother

TV Show
Reality TV
Julie Chen
Current Status
In Season

We gave it a B+

My theory about people who enjoy Big Brother, now in its fourth wonderfully fetid season, is pretty simple and helps explain two things about the phenom: why the show is a huge hit in Europe (where creator John de Mol first launched it), and why it’s, ah, not so much a hit here. This is a series for people who dislike all the things the majority of Americans do at this time of year — such as suntanning, visiting the beach, and barbecuing. To us fans, the premise of ”BB4” is intensely appealing: Ah, to be stuck in a house with a perfect excuse — whoever stays the longest wins half a million bucks! Oh, to have nothing to do for three months except sleep, eat, converse, and possibly make the beast with two backs with one’s roommates!

Of course, the food and talk parts are a bit tricky. ”Big Brother” inhabitants — citizens voluntarily living in a flimsy house built on a concrete lot close to CBS’ Los Angeles studios — must engage in weekly ”food competitions” that require a certain amount of time spent out in the broiling sun. Then, too, there’s what host Julie Chen cumbersomely calls the current version: ”Big Brother 4: The X Factor,” in which five of the nine ”houseguests” (as the contestants are primly called) were joined in the season premiere by their ex-boy- or girlfriends.

Thus David, a chiseled former Army ranger, was reunited with his ex, Michelle, all baby-fat curves and little-girl voice (she’s the sort of legal-age bunny who is appropriate for the queasy porn-music soundtrack that plays beneath all ”Big Brother” activities). The X Factor is intended to ratchet up tension in the house, and David and Michelle (before her 6-to-2-vote eviction on July 23, and his 5-to-2-vote eviction on July 30) certainly behaved appropriately — they squabbled, momentarily remembered why they once liked each other (cue the porn music), and yakked to their housemates about the other’s flaws. One contestant, the sullen Scott, was so undone by the sudden introduction of his former soul mate, the willowy Amanda, that he went bonkers, throwing around the house’s plastic chairs (it’s a home furnished with Martha Stewart’s jailhouse nightmares!). Scott was hastily evicted by the producers before the houseguests could emerge from cowering beneath their beds to do so themselves.

Last summer, the ”BB” cast was full of vibrant personalities like the frisky Marcellas and yappy Josh. This summer, they’re a dour, self-conscious bunch, some of whom can be made entertaining only via editing — perhaps the reason the producers assembled the diverting montage of whiny Dana telling the cameras, ”I’m pissed.”

Another reason ”BB” is not a smash here is that, for most viewers, it’s on too many damn times a week. With fewer than a million people nationwide equipped with God’s gift to TV critics, TiVo, who other than diehards can remember the show is on Tuesdays and Fridays at eight, and Wednesdays at nine? You’d think ”BB” might exert the appeal of a soap opera, with its frequent airings and leisurely yet emotionally fraught ”story” lines, but I believe CBS made a mistake: ”BB” should either be on five nights a week, like a proper daytime soap, or on just two nights, Saturday and Sunday, to become a weekend habit.

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