The Real World: Back to New Orleans, Episode 04
“Let’s put on some reggae jams and just chill out.” - McKenzie
I’ve got to hand it to MTV. While they are getting worse and worse at capturing the nuances of the human condition, this is the second week in a row that version of New Orleans that appeared on screen was pretty darn close to the way things really are down here. The prelude to and aftermath of the Saints’ Super Bowl victory was nothing short of life-affirmingly awesome. The type of douchebag date-rapist you meet at a shitbox like The Beach on Bourbon would feel right at home at the hell-hole that is Monkey Hill. And a trip to The Boot isn’t complete until you meet at least one girl with a visible sore on her lip. Yep, they’ve got this place pretty well pegged. But as their portrait of a city that can conceivably be painted in any number of ways continues to impress, their chronicle of people interacting with even a baseline level of dignity continues to disappoint.
Even back when the first group of strangers moved into the SoHo loft that hosted The Real World’s inaugural season, truly combative discussions about race were already obsolete among young adults of a certain age. In 1992 - just as is the case today - if someone in their early 20s had ass-backward views on race-relations, he or she would rightfully be dismissed as a simple-minded bigot. Sure, every now and then a cast member gets busted perpetrating an offensive stereotype, but treatises on race have rarely gone beyond “Not all black people with pagers are drug dealers” and have rarely needed to. MTV knows enough to know that putting an unabashed racist in close quarters with anything other than a bunch of unabashed racists would be disastrous (and not at all engaging).
And because any modern conversations about religion and gender roles should be doubly innocuous lest they come off as comically heavy-handed, the only issue consistently ripe for meaningful discussion - both “meaningful” and “discussion” being used extremely liberally for the lack of more accurate terms - has been the cast members’ differing attitudes towards various sexual orientations. Over the years, the subject has been handled with a wildly inconsistent level of sensitivity - on the part of the cast and the producers alike - and this season it appears as though the Wheel of Tact has landed squarely on “Race to the Bottom.”
The Real World: Back to New Orleans, Episode 01
“Boom! Let’s pose!” - Preston
In the months before and during the filming of this season, I made a pretty big stink about MTV coming back to the Crescent City. Not since Real World: Seattle has a season of the show made the host city look like anything more than an hedonistic enabler for a group of bilzer-brained chuckleheads’ desire to drink alcohol in a manner that most people outgrow by the time they graduate high school. While I quickly discovered that New Orleans nightlife has more to offer than over sized beers and cheesy cover bands on Bourbon Street, it would be disingenuous to act like these things do not exist or that some people do not like that type of stuff. But after a noteworthy season of Treme gave America a glimpse of the magnificent splendor that is found on some of the other sides of New Orleans, I will be disappointed if MTV spends 13 weeks chronicling the adventures of shitfaced attention whores as they pass out in a dark corner of Razoo.
Only time will tell how the Big Easy is portrayed during this go’round, but thankfully nothing came of my bigger, more pragmatic fear about a reality TV production crew descending on the city: I assumed it was only a matter of time before these clowns started showing up at my favorite bars and completely ruined my social life. I only crossed paths with the cast on one occasion, and while it was plenty annoying, my world did not come crashing down upon itself. So I guess that is something to build on, right?
