...of television shows, but I'm what my cousin Charlie calls "a pussycat" compared to The New York Times' Neil Genzlinger in his review of "All Star Dealers."
The new series debuting this evening at 8:00 pm on the Discovery Channel, has a local connection, but whether it's Westhampton or Westhampton Beach is unclear.
Genzlinger's review is not kind, calling the show...
"...a sports-memorabilia addition to the bloated auction/pawnshop/storage locker subgenre of reality television [which] rather than find its own formula, it was content to borrow from existing shows, and it borrowed all the wrong things."
Without specifically targeting "All Star Dealers," I'd call any "reality" show, junk TV, and I don't think I need name any particular show or series! It's all just "filler" between the commercials.
I don't believe I know any of the Russek family, Richie and sons Michael and Darren, which operate Grey Flannel Auctions, but the father certainly didn't seem "wooden" in the clips I saw.
(Richie actually seems lively and enthusiastic.)
Guess I'm going to have to check out the finished 30 minute product tonight.
Ah, Dean, you obviously have missed the pinnacle of the 'reality' TV shows: "Full Throttle Saloon" on truTV. Bikes, babes, beer, tits and tattoos. A sometimes ear splitting colorlful eyeful of everything that makes this country great. Other than "The Deadliest Catch" aka 'Wave Porn," the reality genre is sadly saturated. I think I can see the next subject. "Sanitation NYC" – Dumpster diving in the Big Apple.