BKB is a spin-off from Hogan Knows Best, which like every other half-baked, pseudo-celeb reality show, is a spin-off from The Osbournes. HKB folowed wrestler Hulk and his family through their supposedly crazy lives. Except where The Osbournes shouted, swore, had animal shit everywhere and created great tv, The Hogans didn't. You'd generally find more fun-time riots in any suburban street.
But Brooke is now 'independent' and living away from her family (in a penthouse paid for by VH1). Little Brooke is growing up and goshdarnit aren't we lucky to be present as she tackles life, love, her career...just like us? Aww shucks, this is gonna be one hell of a riiiiiide..!
Except it's not. BKB is like your regular meeting with friends for lunch or coffee. It happens so often that it's still nice, but it just becomes standard. The most shocking part of this show is that for all her privilege and luxuries, Brooke seems like a genuinely nice, respectful, well brought up girl. No tantrums, no Hillbilly Heroin come downs on the stairs lolling in her own vomit, no casual violence. Nada. Sure she goes to a pole dancing class, but she brings her Mum. The Hogan's love each other, even wayward son Nick who isn't around because he's in prison (every celeb family has one). But we don't talk about that ssshh.
Hulk fans never fear, the great man makes copious appearances (here played by a mahogany wardrobe with cheap blonde hair precariously placed on top) ready to hand out some sage advice whether Brooke actually needs it or not. The man should be renamed Wisdom King. Or Trooof Daddy.
Watching BKB is like spending time with your own family. If your family aren't blonde and perma-tanned, feel free to check in with Brooke & co. Vague sense of well being guaranteed.
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