I once saw a programme about Real Dolls. Oh my shit it was creepy.
It’s basically about people who have synthetic dolls as girlfriends. There was a bloke from southern England on it and about three or four from the United States. They were the most barking mad of the lot. Every last one of them need their heads seeing to.
Here’s a more in-depth synopsis (from DigiGuide):
Documentary about the men who use sophisticated life-size dolls for sexual satisfaction and more - such as dates, affection and lifelong companionship. Featuring a young American man who gives his doll daily massages in the home he shares with his disapproving Mum and Dad; a British man who takes his doll out on day trips to the coast where she watches him hang- glide; and two Americans who live with multiple dolls, one of whom shares his eight synthetic lovers with his human girlfriend.
Every single one of the men featured on this programme seemed to be seriously messed up in the head. The way they carefully mollycoddled and had sex with what are pieces of plastic. These guys were real loonies. Where does the production company find these people is what I want to know. With no exceptions, every single one of them scared the living daylights out of me… and I’m a bloke!
Guys and Dolls reminded me of parts of a very bleak and violent slasher film called
Maniac, where the serial killer in that has dolls. In a dream sequence they eventually all rise up against him.
This programme made for seriously disturbing viewing. If you want television that makes you feel like a good shower afterwards, I nominate
Guys and Dolls, for I found it to be a seriously disturbing piece of programming. The scene in which the American chap and his new girlfriend sitting round the table with five plastic dolls is one of the strangest (and creepiest) things I have seen on TV for a long while.
What did I learn? I suddenly felt very normal indeed.
