I’m not talking about the comedic belligerent loser, Rodney Dangerfield, who penned It’s Not Easy Bein’ Me: A Lifetime of No Respect but Plenty of Sex and Drugs.
Rather my reference is about the TV show called The Devils Ride… which gets no respect. You may remember it as a TV show with an ambitious teaser ad, but was instead a jaw-doppingly dis-functional motorcycle club (MC) reality train wreck that most bikers have no respect. It’s a TV show about what happens when you take a testosterone supplement and ride a motorcycle.
To be fair, maybe you’re one of the few who have waited all winter for the MC “reality” series to return and lucky for you it does for a second season in just a couple of days. Premiering Monday, Feb. 18 at 10 p.m., the new season of The Devils Ride will follow the DAGO biker “war” as it gets EVEN bigger and deeper. As if that’s really possible!
The San Diego-based Laffing Devils Motorcycle Club (LDMC), was once a growing club. The boyz got into a tiff over something that no one can remember and split into two separate clubs. Now in the second season viewers will get a sensory overload of club members going head-to-head with the rival club, Sinister Mob (or Sin Mob). The 2nd season promo states that the Laffing Devils’ leadership is in turmoil: founding member “Danny Boy” and “Sandman” are butting heads not to mention Sandman’s off camera legal trouble with the ex-wife and the original founder, “Gipsy” is missing in action. Maybe because he also has his own set of off-camera legal issues with a minor. Meanwhile, “White Boi” — recently released from prison — is causing ripples among the club members. Yawn.
Anytime a television show is promoted for being hard hitting or “smart,” someone’s laughing all the way to the bank — some company called, Discovery Channel and Bischoff Hervey Entertainment.
This is garbage TV.
Let me tell you how I really feel. All you have to do is take a couple steps back and you’ll quickly realize that we’re looking at blended baby food made out of corn syrup. It’s just a blob of tasteless, high-calorie paste that will work well with the LIPITOR ads. And the Discovery Channel medium dispenses the paste to people who can’t feed back, can’t change it, who only get it in 17-minute bite-sized chunks interrupted by 14-minutes of commercials. It’s written by a team of writers who all have one thing in common: They’re not allowed to say whatever they’re thinking! They’re not allowed. We’re definitely not getting motorcycle club insight or truths; we’re getting lies and acting so heinous they should issue a police ticket.
You might disagree and call me out for not being a credible TV critic. To be one, I’d have to write a 50-page review of each episode which would take longer to read than it does watch the show, while espousing in a pseudo-intellectual way, the show details so that the masses can talk about it over a latte at the water cooler with their new devil horned t-shirts.
The conversation we’re not having is: there’s a couple hundred million of us watching an average of six hours of TV a day… a one-way transmission that only tells us we have a lot of physical and mental ailments… there’s 5-hour energy drinks to perk us up, Lunesta to put us to sleep and our clothes will look brighter with Tide detergent as we recline in the lounger to watch the TV show. The one conversation no one is having, not a single one of us is having is a debate about whether or not liking The Devils Ride makes us smart or stupid.
It’s my judgment that the show is a full-on assault of our intelligence by “actors” who have taken a faux role way too serious. It should be noted that the crap troop breeding this ignorance is executive producers Eric Bischoff, Jason Hervey and Steve Stockman along with Discovery’s David Pritikin.
I will say props for riding some some nice motorcycles!
Photo courtesy of Discovery Channel and Bischoff Hervey Entertainment.