"Club Retards" is an astoundingly low-brow reality show that follows the day-to-day struggles and drunken orgies of about a half-dozen young British people as they supposedly entertain the non-stop influx of young British tourists. Everyone involved is an embarrassment to watch; it's a coin-toss as to whether the reps or the tourists are the more damaged goods here. Yob mentality, in its purest/rawest, most decadent and idiotic form.
I'm all for toilet humour and silly fun, but the idiotic "shenanigans" which these reps so poorly execute in order to satisfy the (apparently) very easy-to-please paying UK isle masses make me cringe every single time. "Fremdenscham" comes to mind, an unavoidable fact. Whoever said that you have to be drunk to enjoy such dumb beach parties is very much wrong: you have to be 100% dumb, as well; it's as simple as that. Alcohol is just an enhancer for the truly cretinous elements of these poor, lost souls to come out into the open where everyone can see them. Hence it doesn't really surprise that nearly all these tourists and reps are from the lower classes of British society; the accents alone will make you scream with a strange mix of agony and joy. The less said about what these Einsteins have to say, the better: the reps' observations and statements are a combination of semi-understandable grunts and hysterical giggling.
Most of the "fun" seems to consist of the reps getting everyone drunk, so that whatever little that is left of the sexual inhibitions is obliterated, which inevitable results in girls pulling some guy's trousers down or guys making a fat pink girl strip down to her undies. After that there is the obligatory massive vomiting in the streets of Greece (or Spain) which would put to shame Ladi Di, Kate Moss, Russell Crowe or even Mel Gibson.
It's a mystery to me why someone would pay their hard-earned factory money to go to a beautiful beach resort and then spend one half of the day there watching moronic reps do their pathetic shtick, and then spend the other half with vomiting and semi-comatose sleeping. Can't they behave like morons at home, too? Still, like all true train-wrecks, "Club Morons" has its appeal. If you think "Big Brother" is the bottom of the barrel, think again...
I'm all for toilet humour and silly fun, but the idiotic "shenanigans" which these reps so poorly execute in order to satisfy the (apparently) very easy-to-please paying UK isle masses make me cringe every single time. "Fremdenscham" comes to mind, an unavoidable fact. Whoever said that you have to be drunk to enjoy such dumb beach parties is very much wrong: you have to be 100% dumb, as well; it's as simple as that. Alcohol is just an enhancer for the truly cretinous elements of these poor, lost souls to come out into the open where everyone can see them. Hence it doesn't really surprise that nearly all these tourists and reps are from the lower classes of British society; the accents alone will make you scream with a strange mix of agony and joy. The less said about what these Einsteins have to say, the better: the reps' observations and statements are a combination of semi-understandable grunts and hysterical giggling.
Most of the "fun" seems to consist of the reps getting everyone drunk, so that whatever little that is left of the sexual inhibitions is obliterated, which inevitable results in girls pulling some guy's trousers down or guys making a fat pink girl strip down to her undies. After that there is the obligatory massive vomiting in the streets of Greece (or Spain) which would put to shame Ladi Di, Kate Moss, Russell Crowe or even Mel Gibson.
It's a mystery to me why someone would pay their hard-earned factory money to go to a beautiful beach resort and then spend one half of the day there watching moronic reps do their pathetic shtick, and then spend the other half with vomiting and semi-comatose sleeping. Can't they behave like morons at home, too? Still, like all true train-wrecks, "Club Morons" has its appeal. If you think "Big Brother" is the bottom of the barrel, think again...
