Firstly, let us just begin by saying we love Married At First Sight. Love it. This show has given us life.
Call us sadistic, but there’s something so deeply satisfying about watching other people stir up unnecessary drama and ruin their relationships. Pass the popcorn, and season it with schaffensfreude.
Sure, there have been times when it’s been awkward as hell to watch. We’ve literally felt our whole body shrivel up and cringe every time Nasser talks about voodoo, or Dean raps, or… does pretty much anything. You could play a drinking game called, “Take a shot every time Davina denies responsibility for something.”
But even though we may watch from in between our fingers occasionally, one thing Married At First Sight has never been is boring. Until now.
Sunday night's episode was... underwhelming. We've gotten more enjoyment out of staring at beige walls for really, really long periods of time. Nothing. Happened.