Christmas at my fathers, the first night, TV - The Star Wars Trilogy. The digital Lucas-remix, infinitely inferior to the original.
The second night, the John Wick Trilogy - by the third episode really more occasional commercials for "Parabellum" intermixed amongst commercials for any number of other products. Glad I watched the movie in theatres, because if I was trying to watch it on HBO I would have been immensely discouraged.
And, night 3 - AHA - found it - my own particular brand of drivel - "Aussie Gold Hunters".
I didn't know this existed, but - I could have predicted it.
These shows, they're terrible, scripted "Drama", predictable outcomes, the big draw I suspect is that - even if you've never found anything in your life, not even a missing sock from your dryer, you know you could do better than this.
"Don't pick that up mate, you'll hurt your back, look for something a little smaller" and "..."Goldzilla", reality "stars", never the best or the brightest - not only by design (adds in the 'drama' and 'human interest' - and, really, if you were in the least successful or competent why on earth would you consent to being followed about with a camera crew?), their scripted lame-ass 'dreams' and 'targets', it confirms my every prejudice about Australia, my new favorite...
And after that, 3 more shows that have the exact same formula, "Bering Sea Gold" and "Aussie Opal Hunters". I still don't need a T.V., although this helps to make the plan for the summer months...