It could so easily be nauseating, but the Fab Fives life-affirming makeover show still has a striking talent for stick the right side of saccharine
After two wonderful, weepy, life-affirming seasons of Queer Eye( Netflix ), there were bound to be questions about longevity. How many more the National T-shirts could Antoni perhaps own? Will France leave its namesake Tan honorary citizenship for pioneering the French Tuck? Can avocados ever be the only ingredient in a recipe? I would gladly take an endless number of its makeovers- there’s nothing more heartwarming than a lumberjack discovering he cherishes himself- but unavoidably, there will be a question, more, over whether it can still churn out the freshness it accompanied where reference is first threw an up-to-date spin on its old-fashioned guise, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, in the early stages of 2018.
The Fab Five do not balk at fridges full of leftovers on the turn, or T-shirts that have long since missed their cry as a dishrag, and for this third season, they have pointed that can-do attitude towards their own format. That’s not to say there are any revolutionary variations in the premise: five homosexual humen, in differ subtleties of preposterous, front to the midwest of America to meet people whose lives need shaking up and give them motivational pronunciations about self-worth and self-care while tidying up their appearing. There are, nonetheless, attempts to widen the net- to make it merely that little bit different.