After a very short six weeks, The GC has ended but before all those teary-eyed snivelers can finally put their handkerchiefs away I’d like to say a few words.
The GC was absolutely brilliant television. It should win awards and accolades, if not for its storytelling, for its ability to set up the entire demographic outside of its target and have them gnashing their teeth. The pilot had old, Pakeha media commentators frothing at the mouth over a single episode which they assumed would be representative of the entire series. They whined about the pitch. They complained about the investment. If there was some way they could justify the fact that television shows should only be made for their demographic, they found it.
By the time the second week came around and the lives of the cast returned to normal, it was less about partying and more about, surprise surprise, being a Maori living on the Gold Coast. It didn’t take long to realise that the producers had performed one of the biggest publicity stunts in New Zealand television history, and all those media commentators had taken the bait. Continue reading »