Having seen just about all the science fiction movies that predict and depict humanity’s devolution into a society without limits — or at least one full of nothing but violence and debauchery — every time I hear about something like this I check another box off the list. It’s depressing at times, but we seem determined to learn nothing from what we read and watch. Do we want the kind of world Snake Plissken had to fight his way through, or perhaps Lenny Nero’s direct stimulation? Will we all end up co-mingled with cybernetic material, or shall we lose our humanity through sheer debasement? Personally, I’m tired of waiting for all the cool Fifth Element vehicular madness; we seem closer to Westworld or Futureworld than capable air travel, and I think people are more focused on fantasy worlds than intelligent technological advancement. Case in point: WE has just announced a remake of the British reality series, Sex Box. What’s that, you say? Well, it’s just about how it sounds, I say. Couples who are “having issues” go on television (because that’s where all the best marriages are saved) to have sex in a giant box (purportedly camera-free); then come out of the box and discuss what happened with a panel of “experts.” Brilliant, right? It’s almost as smart as the chick who signed up for a series called Dating Naked, where she proceeded to get naked, consented to and wrestled in the sand naked, and was then surprised when she showed up on television…naked. She’s now suing the series for $10 million dollars.
Listen, if you want to go on TV to discuss your sex life and get help from experts, by all means, go ahead. But do you really need to actually have sex in a box, first…and how does that help (other than to titillate those afraid of watching actual porn)? Why don’t they just have sex at home and then come on the show? Call in? Hell if I know.
Here’s a sample of the UK version:
I think I’ll pass.