For the Love of Dilfs review – Stormy Daniels’s gay dating show is a hoot from start to finish – The Guardian
Occasionally, a television show comes along and breaks the star rating system. How to assign new reality series For the Love of Dilfs (Froot TV) a measure of value or approval? I have no idea. Take these three stars as a placeholder, a question mark, an admission that I do not trust my own taste or judgment when it comes to the philosophical conundrum that holds this all together: “Can a daddy and a himbo fall in love?” Let’s see, shall we?
Hosted by Stormy Daniels – and I say “hosted” loosely, as both Daniels and the voiceover person, “Dr Dilf”, are as stiff as, oh, you get what we’re working with here – this is basically a queer Love Island, and many reality viewers have been wondering what that might look like. Here it is! For the Love of Dilfs (that must be Daddies I’d Like To [respectfully engage with] Forever) shoves a group of younger men, known as the himbos, and a group of older men, known as the daddies, into a huge mansion, and tries to get them to fall in love.
The contestants are aiming to be part of the last couple standing, and thus walk away with $10,000. Dr Dilf announces the cash prize, then (in what might as well be audible parentheses) reluctantly adds, “and true love”. Each week, they sit around chatting, do a few tasks, someone gets booted off, and someone new arrives. As is standard these days, it’s billed as an experiment, though the experiment is “Will these men appearing on a reality show called For the Love of Dilfs have sex with each other?”, so I’m not sure you need a PhD in biochemistry to put that to the test.
It should really be called Dilf Island. If it were not set in a mansion on what appears to be a mainland, perhaps it might have been. Its to-camera interviews look an awful lot like those in its heterosexual sibling-in-spirit, though its antics and dialogue make Love Island seem awfully polite. “When I saw the jockstrap, I just knew, like, that’s my guy,” says Tony, a sweet Disney prince in a white tank top that reads “Babe”. He is a himbo, as is Nathan, from San Diego, who informs viewers: “I have a passion for talking and vocalising my thoughts.” Never mind the daddies, I think Nathan might be my soulmate.
The first task involves the himbos picking over a jumble sale-style table to choose the personal item and piece of underwear that appeals to them the most. A blind tasting, if you will. The daddies then enter, claim their possessions, and are matched with the himbo who most loved their pants for a one-on-one date. “I’ve done the apps …” sighs Jeffrey, a “multi-hyphenate” actor, director and performer from New York City. “This might actually work for me.” One …….
