In a society where exceptional amateurism is increasingly the fast track to becoming a person célèbre Australia’s discerning public demands that reality TV step it up a notch. Those fat fucks out there on Australia’s sofas are sick and tired of challenges that aren’t challenges, tears that aren’t tears, food that they can see but not eat. Masterchef is stale on the plate. It’s time, we ready, we need this shit: Mastersurgeon: who will be Australia’s next top surgeon?
Synopsis: A bunch of regular Aussie nobodies with a vague interest in anatomy and biochemistry and a long held, yet never activated desire become a medical god, dispensing life, saving kittens and quietly robbing the medicine cabinet. Follow these muppets on a rollercoaster ride of contrived encounters with modern medicine.
Wanted: Contestants and patients, so generally sick fuckers all round.
Financing requirement: circa 400 grand
Apply to Gillies collective.
Contact person: the Colonial
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