I freely admit that I am one of the harshest critics of the channel formerly known as SciFi. It irks me, even pains me to have to type those four little letters – SyFy, so I usually don’t.
I think the name change ranks up there as the second dumbest thing any network has ever done, beaten out only by NBC’s (their parent company, by the way) choice to drop everything they had at 10 o’clock and replace it with Jay Leno. (A choice they took back. *looks to the SyFy people* See? You can take it back…)
Despite my frequent rants about the channel, their decisions and their programming, I must admit that one little reality show that would normally draw my ire, has grown on me; Destination Truth.
Following the adventures of one Josh Gates, Destination Truth takes a team around the world in search of stuff; supernatural stuff, odd stuff – monsters & UFO’s & ghosts, for example.
It’s done mostly in the same sort of style as Ghost Hunters; they setup equipment to ‘capture evidence’ and then run around in the dark a lot, shooting with night vision cameras and scaring the crap out of each other by going, “Did you hear that?!” But, there’s just something so fun about this show. I mean, they never really find anything, there’s no big reveal moment at the end, and though the show is an hour long and usually has two investigations, those investigations only last about 15 minutes each tops, and the rest of the time is filled up by Josh and his team, well – having fun. Getting drunk in Mexico, eating bugs in Indonesia, having car/boat/plane troubles EVERYWHERE.
I find that I don’t actually care that they never really find Big Foot, or the Chupacabra because they just have so much damned fun doing it… And I have fun watching them.
So there. My dirty little secret is out. Destination Truth, one of those reality shows on the channel formerly known as Scifi that I would normally complain about, is a guilty pleasure show for me that I find I can’t miss.
And the new season started this week.