'The Real World 'To Introduce Seven Strangers Into Hollywood's Already Overcrowded Famewhore Population
Having apparently exhausted every other viable urban setting in which to film a variety of easily recognizable, TV-friendly character types bickering over dirty dishes, fucking each other, and vomiting upon the sidewalks outside of nightclubs where they consume the alcohol that will fuel their next bickering/fucking cycle, MTV is returning The Real World to Los Angeles some 14 years after its first rampage through our fair city. Huzzah! More specifically, they'll be housing their 20th season exhibitionists in Hollywood, where the production's omnipresent camera crew should blend in seamlessly with the ones that record the every public appearance of the fame-damaged celebrities the cast members will so desperately try to emulate during their stay.
But wait, there's more!
In an attempt to embrace the trendy eco-consciousness of their Hollywood backdrop, this installment will be [caution, overused buzzword ahead] "going green," from the composition of the house's accessibly funky home furnishings to the way the show is shot. From a press release posted on the Franklin Avenue blog:
"The Real World" house will include everything from solar energy solutions to bamboo flooring, recycled glass counters, some sustainable furniture and recycled vintage décor, energy star appliances, a solar heated swimming pool and energy efficient lighting.
Additionally, Bunim-Murray Productions has taken measures to reduce its environmental impact by adopting more environmentally-sound production practices on set. They also are working towards making the production and show carbon-neutral by offsetting remaining carbon emissions after these carbon reducing measures are applied. Eco-friendly elements will be added on a regular basis throughout production and within the show, including products seen with the cast and around the house...
Among the greatest eco-challenges facing the roommates will be the nightly selection of a designated driver for the sole Prius provided to ferry them to their drunken adventures in Hollywood, and dealing with the half-hour of vigorous hand-cranking necessary to power the energy-conserving motor on their hot tub, physical exertion that will threaten to sober the roommates up before they can engage in the ill-considered sexual activities that so efficiently provide the drama that powers the show.