Imagine “Jersey Shore,” “The Real World” and “Big Brother” combined with a delightful twist: it’s all hunkalicious men only. Let us underscore: No women. The problem is that it’s only in the UK. Let us bold: Sad Face. Meet the men of the “The Hunks.”
So ten straight dudes shack up in a penthouse at the British seaside resort of Newquay to workout, preen, get shirtless and talk sex. The official site has profiles with such must-know info as their shoe size and “tickly spot.” “Having my hair stroked,” says Florian. “The bottom of my feet,” says Andy. “How about places a little less pure than Snow White,” says us. During the season, we follow them pursuing brain-bending tasks like milking a cow, or going fishing, or trying to live one day without shaving/waxing their chest hair.
The one gay—Dominic—has the ever erudite career as a “dancer.” In other words, he gyrates atop bars hoping for enough pound notes to pay next month’s gym membership. With one gay in the house and all that naked man-beauty, surely the producers will manufacture some form of sexually tense drama. A group of straight guys this narcissistic means at least one is willing to be serviced by another dude. We volunteer!!!
Ah… “The Hunks” sounds like yet another pandering, salacious attempt at easy ratings through naked men. When can we start casting the American version?!?
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