If you want to be disappointed by the human race, then watch Selling Sunset.
I do aspire to have enough money to be considered rich, mostly because of the lifestyle I want, but if it makes me into an insufferable, annoying t**t like most of the people in Netflix series Selling Sunset, then sign me out forever. What baffles me more is the audacity of these people to release this on Netflix. What are you trying to prove, exactly? The last thing regular working folk need to watch is Selling Sunset. The rich won’t be watching this unthinkable and offensive trash.
The first point to make is that Selling Sunset is about an exclusive Real Estate company, headed by twin brothers, who only hire beautiful tall women to sell the wealthiest property in Hollywood. My problem isn’t their business strategy by the way; if I was buying a ten million pound house, don’t ruin my day by sending the Hunchback of Notre Dame to sell it to me. I’m about to slam my cash and sex sells – whatever. The issue with the series is that the people who work at the company and the buyers show a degree of repellent behaviour that made me shell-shocked.
If that’s the point, then let’s hand Selling Sunset a 5-star review and move on, but I am pretty confident that no-one wants to be portrayed like they are in this show. To give you an example; in the opening episode a wealthy man is touring a house he may want to buy – rather than focusing on the house and the details, he persists in trying to force the estate agent to have drinks with him, knowing full well she has a husband. At one point, he jumps on the bed and asks her to join him. He makes the entire negotiation about dating her first, buying the house second. Her uncomfortable body language made me nervous. Selling Sunset became Selling Sexual Harassment.
In my second example of how intolerable Selling Sunset can be, there’s this one couple who are enquiring about a twelve million dollar house; first, they complain there aren’t enough good views from the house, so the estate agent explains that for an extra four million dollars (only an extra four million dollars) they can do some landscaping to create spare picturesque moments. At the point of deal or breakaway, the couple complains that they would like a new floor. Jesus Christ, if you can buy a twelve million pound house, I am sure buying a new floor isn’t going to liquidate your accounts.
But another issue that I will raise before I sign this review off and forget the series forever, is that the women are patently nasty to each other for no real reasons; as an example, a new girl joins the firm, so one of the women intentionally verbally attacks her just to make it known where she stands. To provide perspective, the series reveals the commission the company earns for each sale – there’s no need for this bitterness at all. You are living a fine life!
Just as a final remark, the owners are super creepy as well. At one point, one of the women is talking about her boyfriend and where he lives, and one of the twin brothers is adamant that he must meet him first and they had a passive aggressive argument about it. How about you f**k off fella, and let her be who she wants to be with, you rich c**t. Netflix’s How to be Rich and be a Dick is a dud.
16 thoughts on “‘Selling Sunset’ | Netflix Original Series Review”
Totally agree. Complete waste of time and also of human DNA. Shallow, spoiled, self-absorbed, etitiled, opportunist, catty c***s engaging in whining little bitch slapping sessions is a total BORE. Even the properties themselves are underwhelming and pretentious. NO THANKS.
Quite possibly the worse reality program out there. It pained me to get through the episode and left me questioning what they are trying to achieve. Another example of not all who live Hollywood should be on screen, or are interesting.
Loved Selling Sunset! Binged it all in 1 day. Can’t wait for next season!!
Same! LOVE THE SHOW
Too much emphasis on the “T&A” aspect of the series. Very little time spent on the actual selling techniques to lure billionaires to invest in $15,000,000 homes. The cat fighting and after hours cocktailing was dreary. A prospect hits on one of the gals, knowing full well a camera crew is there watching him act like an a*****e? Gimme a break.
LOVE THE SHOW!!! cant wait for more!!!
I thought I was alone, feeling the same way about the show. It kind of downgrading maybe to real estate agents who knows how to sell not to just to show off.
The most stupid and trashy reality tv show.
I pity every casting crew.
They don’t only hire attractive women. The show only shows the attractive women and the twins. Other than that, I agree some of the behavior was outrageous. I’m curious to see if some of them will keep their customers after their nasty behavior is aired.
silly stupid humiliating show .. i mean compare it to Selling LA … that was classy .. this is trashy
I stopped watching after they introduced a new agent in the first episode and it became apparent they had manufactured fake drama, and that the show was going to be purely about objectifying and tearing down women. That’s not real life, those women aren’t being real agents, and the deals aren’t real either. Very few genuine purchasers of $6m+ homes want to be featured on TV in such trash. So it’s all made up. Embarrassing.
You are a horrible reviewer ..Its one of the best shows out there and you couldnt even sell one of those house even a plastic surgeon scalp you dead for you looks
Takeaway: Fake boobs, hair extensions & short skirts sell multi=million $ houses. Fancy cocktails in LA are expensive. The Openheim twins — short, creepy fetus-men wearing high-heeled boots who refer to their adult women staff as “the girls”– only add to (degrade) the sinister and boring predictable drama of this waste of digital filmspace. Davina and Christine use words like “strong” and “direct” to mask “nasty,” “mean,” and, in Davina’s case (re: her private conversation with Chrisell about Mary and her boyfriend), “betrayal of confidence.” Surely there are better things for Netflix to document than the LA luxury real estate market that seems to exist on its own dysfunctional, out-of-touch, superficial planet. Ugh.
I have never ever seen such a frustrated person as Christine.