My first guess was that CTV finally broke down and was airing hardcore gay porn in the middle of the night. But no... sadly, that would have been more intellectually stimulating that this show was. I mistakenly thought the "N" part of the show, meant "And." While watching, I learned that it might mean "ing" as in "Wild-ing." Who knows?
This show was so far out of my realm of knowledge that I felt like I entered the twilight zone.
You see, it is produced by MTV and it has a host named Nick Cannon. Apparently, Nick Cannon is a rapper and actor and comedian (man of all trades). He has been in a few movies I've heard of including: Men in Black II and Shall We Dance. Anyway, Wild 'N Out is like Whose Line is it Anyway, only way more raunchy and crazy. There is a crazy audience in the background screaming their heads off and laughing at everything (even when it isn't particularly funny). They look like they are going to pass out form the hilarity. There are fly girls dancing around and a DJ. All I can say is that if you've never seen it, you gotta get a load of this:
The show has two teams, the red and black team. They compete in various improv games. I especially enjoyed the last game of the evening on the particular episode I caught. It was called "Trash Talk." Each team was challenged with trash talking the other team. They got points for each "burn" they got off of each other. Trash talk involving bad breath is still a classic that works, but snaps about needing a nose job failed miserably.
Terry was up with me and we both tried to figure out the target demographic for this show. First, Terry suggested that it looked like a kids show that 50Cent thought up. Maybe? But there weren't any kids in the audience and the language was a little filthy for that demographic. The audience is primarily made up of young, urban, probably single people. I must be far from the pulse of the society, because I could not understand why anyone would want to watch this.
Although, I admit, it was like a train wreck. Terry and I couldn't look away. Incidentally, Logan fell asleep half way through, so the kids show guess was a bust. He wasn't interested at all.
And I learned a new word! "Smitches." I looked it up on Urban Dictionary:
a term of endearment. Originally from the new york slang meaning ladies' genital area, now (rhyming with bitch), it is a term of endearment for one's own 'bitch'
Hey there smitch/smitchbag/smitchface, how are you?
OH! And the best part was the guy who was leading the black team last night. I wanted to call him Swizzlesticks... but his actual name was Swizz Beatz. Haha. Methinks they are running out of rapper names. Logan has a better rapper name than that... Lo-B of course!
So to all my smitches out there... you better watch out or I'll get all up in your biznatch! Laterz!