sometimes I want to be one of the studio audience members on shows like maury or jerry springer who get paid to just sit there and be really obnoxious and intrusive and unpleasant
but then like
I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night
it’d be like being one of Ray William Johnson’s joke writers
or being a spokesperson for McDonalds who tells the world that their food isn’t unhealthy
you have to be either not very smart or completely soulless
I was in the Maury studio audience. You don’t get paid, you can just get free tickets to go to it.
A lot of the appeal/ intrigue in Maury (besides America’s rich heritage of trash TV) is the question of whether its’ real or not, and let me say it’s not. Without the distracting camera movements and edits the acting is incredibly bad and unnatural, and in the end its just bad community theater you get to boo at. (Which, if you’ve ever seen bad community theater booing at Maury is very cathartic.) The producer comes out and coaches the audience on how to react to everything, since the studio audience’s reaction is really the only thing pressing the gas peddle for the home audience.
There is a PA on set who makes sassy movements for the actors to mimic (like the music teacher telling kids how to dance in an elementary school play.) She even had cue cards for the actors, like one she kept waving to a girl who was supposed to be crying that said ‘NO SMILING’ because her acting was that bad.
In the end Maury is really just little object lessons in a sensational fake-reality package- the point of the show is usually calling out and publicly shaming cheaters and ne’er do wells. Maury is kind of quaint compared to all the shit on TV right now. People actually want to be Paris Hilton but no one wants a baby they can’t figure out who the father is.