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Some TV shows catch on because they are great art. Others catch on because they offer soothing distractions from a hectic world. And some catch on because they cause people to text their friends, in a frenzy, \u201cPlease watch this immediately because I NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT WITH YOU!!!\u201d<\/p>\n

When I get texts like that, I almost always oblige: I will take any opportunity to be a good friend by watching bad TV. That is how I came to The Traitors<\/i>, the hugely popular<\/a> reality show that has just streamed its third season on Peacock. It is also why I have begun sending my own \u201cPlease watch this!\u201d texts to friends. When they ask for more detail, though, I find myself stumbling: How can I explain why they should watch the show when I\u2019m not entirely sure what it is<\/i>? It\u2019s a reality competition, I might begin, that brings together a group of reality stars. (In a castle! In Scotland!) And they play a version of the party game Mafia, so everyone is sort of scheming against one another. Some people are \u201ckillers\u201d\u2014those are the \u201cTraitors\u201d\u2014and they try to \u201cmurder\u201d the \u201cFaithfuls,\u201d and anyone might be \u201cbanished\u201d \u2026<\/p>\n

At this point, sensing that I am confusing my audience rather than convincing them, I might switch gears: So the show\u2019s host is Alan Cumming, the actor and international treasure. He wears glorious outfits<\/a> that are basically characters themselves. And he\u2019ll casually quote Shakespeare and Tennyson? And he pronounces murder<\/i> like \u201cmuuuuurder.\u201d And the whole thing is definitely camp. But it\u2019s satire too?<\/p>\n

The Traitors<\/i> plays like a live-action Mad Lib. And it is not one show, in the end, but many. It was adapted from a BBC version that was itself adapted from a Dutch series. It collects its cast from the far reaches of the reality-TV cinematic universe: Think The Avengers<\/i>, with the heroes in question joining forces not to save the world but to win a cash prize of \u201cup to $250,000<\/a>.\u201d Contestants live together (as on Big Brother<\/i>) and are divided into tribes (Survivor<\/i>). They participate in physical \u201cmissions\u201d and vote one another off the show via weekly councils (Survivor <\/i>again).<\/p>\n

The Traitors<\/i>, in that way, might seem to be peak reality TV: all of these people who are famous for being famous making content for the sake of content. But the show has been an ongoing subject of passionate discussion<\/a> because it is much smarter than that\u2014it\u2019s derivative in a winking way. It doesn\u2019t merely borrow from its fellow reality shows; it adapts them into something that both celebrates reality TV and offers a sly, kaleidoscopic satire of the genre. It is a messy show that lives for drama. It brings a postmodern twist to an ever-more-influential form of entertainment. It\u2019s not just reality TV\u2014it\u2019s hyperreality TV.<\/p>\n

Earlier iterations of the show were slightly more traditional than the current one: They featured noncelebrity contestants. The most recent, though, benefited from the second season\u2019s genius pivot: It took an upcycle approach to its casting. And so it unites the infamous (Tom Sandoval<\/a> of Vanderpump Rules<\/i>; Boston Rob<\/a> of Survivor<\/i>), the semi-famous (several Real Housewives), and those who are tangentially connected to fame (a Britney Spears ex-husband<\/a>; Prince Harry\u2019s distant relative<\/a>; an influencer known first for his abs and second for being Zac Efron\u2019s brother<\/a>). Some are gamers<\/i>\u2014players who, having come from competition-based shows, are well schooled in the art of televised manipulation\u2014and others are personalities<\/i>. Some come to the show having met already, bringing old rivalries into a new context: Danielle and Britney from Big Brother<\/i><\/a>, Sandoval and Chrishell Stause (the Vanderpump<\/i> and Selling Sunset <\/i>stars have long-standing crossover beef<\/a>). For the most part, though, the contestants are 23 strangers, picked to live in a castle<\/a> and have their lives taped.<\/p>\n

[Read: The cruel social experiment of reality TV<\/a>]<\/i><\/p>\n

Three of those players, initially, serve as the show\u2019s Traitors: the conspirators who bring murder and mayhem, and who manipulate much of the action. The first three Traitors are determined by Cumming, who serves as master of ceremonies and chief agent of chaos. Cumming is, like the contestants, playing both himself and a character: a Scottish laird with a sadistic streak, part Cheshire cat and part jungle predator, prone to purring lines rather than simply delivering them. When he selects his Traitors\u2014the game\u2019s most consequential decision\u2014his rationale is as opaque to viewers as it is to the players.<\/p>\n

In short order, though, the contestants are treating their game as a morality play. Those who seem \u201cgood\u201d as people are assumed to be Faithfuls. Those who do not (Sandoval, Boston Rob) are assumed to be Traitors. Factions form. Mistakes are made. Faithfuls are banished; Traitors perform innocence so well that they earn other people\u2019s trust. People who have played themselves on TV are now playing other people who have played themselves on TV. \u201cI swear to God\u2014to God<\/i>!\u201d one competitor says, as he assures his fellow contestants that he is not a Traitor. (He is a Traitor.) Another serves up an Oscar-worthy breakdown after a Traitor\u2019s identity is revealed. (The \u201cshocked\u201d contestant is, yes, a fellow Traitor.) Loyalties, betrayals, manipulations: These are the terms of Mafia as a parlor game. These are also, The Traitors<\/i> knows, the terms of reality TV.<\/p>\n

I should note that all of this melodrama is taking place against an aesthetic of \u201cCastle\u201d and a series of references to \u2026 Guy Fawkes? (I think?) The show features literal cloaks and daggers; Cumming repeatedly wears the capotain<\/a> hat associated with the 16th-century British rebel; Fergus, the castle\u2019s silent assistant, at one point carries a barrel labeled GUNPOWDER<\/span>. This is another feature of the show: It blurs the line between reference and allusion. It explodes Poe\u2019s Law<\/a> as effectively as Fawkes tried to explode the high house of the British Parliament. What, actually, is the show getting at with these Fawkesian hints? Is the connection simply that Fawkes was executed as, yes, a traitor? Is the show making a broader point? Is it making any <\/i>point?<\/p>\n

The Traitors<\/i> raises many such questions. Why, for example, does it do so much to establish its torch-lit, wrought-ironed aesthetic only to adorn its flame-flickered dungeon with sleek camping lanterns that could have come from Bass Pro Shops? Why does one episode feature Epcot-esque re-creations of the moai <\/i>heads from Easter Island? Why does another feature a wedding? Why does another involve coffins? Why do some of the show\u2019s most climactic scenes\u2014the revelations about who has been muuuuurdered\u2014take place over brunch?<\/p>\n

Reality TV has, at this point, schools: the romantic realism of The Bachelor<\/i><\/a>, the impressionism of the Housewives, the Dada of Love Island<\/i><\/a>, the pop art of The Masked Singer<\/i><\/a>. The Traitors <\/i>references all of them\u2014their structures, their tropes, their tones\u2014but also the world at large. It teases and provokes without offering further explanation. It merges truth and simulation, until the two are indistinguishable. That is how the show turns reality into hyperreality\u2014and \u201creality\u201d into art.<\/p>\n

Reality TV enjoys some of the same affordances that art does. If The Traitors <\/i>wants to include cloaks that evoke Eyes Wide Shut<\/i> and clowns that evoke Stephen King and incredible tartan<\/a> numbers<\/a> that may or may not reference the suit that Cher Horowitz wore in the 1995 movie Clueless<\/i><\/a>\u2014if it wants to send new players to the castle in wrought-iron cages, or set a physical challenge within a Viking boat carved to resemble a dragon\u2014the show does not need to justify its decisions. The alchemy that turns \u201creality\u201d into entertainment ultimately makes reason itself somewhat beside the point.<\/p>\n

But then: Where is the line between catching a reference and inventing one? The Traitors<\/i> is not using only reality-TV shows as its source material. It is also using literature. A physical challenge involves a game of human chess (Through the Looking-Glass<\/i>). Cumming describes revenge as \u201cred in tooth and claw\u201d (Tennyson<\/a>). He teases upcoming muuuuurders by announcing, \u201cSomething wicked this way comes\u201d (Macbeth<\/i>). He punctuates the revelation of the latest muuuuurder by way of Hamlet<\/i>: \u201cGood night, sweet prince.\u201d<\/p>\n

But the obvious references\u2014obvious in the sense that they can be Googled and otherwise sourced\u2014blend with the references that merely insinuate. One of the show\u2019s physical challenges involves bugs. (A reference, maybe, to Survivor<\/i>? Or Jackass<\/i>?) Another requires players to dangle from an airborne helicopter (The Apprentice<\/i>?) and sway on a single tether as they attempt to drop things into a space that has been designated the \u201cRing of Fire\u201d (Johnny Cash? Circuses? Plate tectonics<\/a>?). The Survivor<\/i>-like councils that determine which contestants will be banished take place around a piece of furniture dubbed the Round Table (Camelot? Pizza<\/a>?). Cumming introduces an early meeting by saying, \u201cIt is time to sentence one of you to a fate worse than death: democracy\u201d (ummm<\/a>?).<\/p>\n

[Read: Reality TV\u2019s absurd new extreme<\/a>]<\/i><\/p>\n

Contestants, too, can carry those ambiguities. Ivar Mountbatten, a real-life lord, is the only contestant who hasn\u2019t come from the world of entertainment. You could read his presence as an embedded joke about the British monarchy, that ancient version of reality TV. You could wonder whether he is somehow connected with the Scotland and the Guy Fawkes of it all, since both have sought, in their own ways, to challenge the power of the Crown. Or his presence could be a matter of expedience\u2014whether commercial (Netflix\u2019s historical drama The Crown<\/i> and its documentary series Harry & Meghan<\/i> have given the name Mountbatten new recognizability, and he recently became a tabloid name in his own right<\/a>) or logistical (perhaps his agent knows The Traitors<\/i>\u2019 producers?).<\/p>\n

The hall of mirrors, once entered, is difficult to navigate. And soon enough, the questions can compound. Where do the references end?<\/i> easily gives way to: Where does the appropriation begin?<\/i> Although scholars can only speculate about what the moai<\/i> heads of Easter Island meant to the people who created them, we can pretty safely assume that they were more than mere jokes. Here they are, however, re-created in a vaguely plasticine form, as tools in a challenge that might help lower-firmament reality stars get closer to their full $250,000.<\/p>\n

In another context, this might look like an insult. On The Traitors<\/i>, though, it becomes a question\u2014about the permissions and limits of reproduction. Cumming, at one point, wears a shimmering pale-green suit, accessorized with a spiked tiara. It gives \u201cStatue of Liberty\u201d but also \u201cCatholic saint.\u201d The tiara-meets-halo might connect to Fawkes, whose Catholicism drove him to fight the Protestant power structure. Or it might connect to debates about iconoclasm, with their questions about religious iconography. Or maybe it\u2019s simply a great accessory? Maybe those \u201cconnections\u201d are not connections at all?<\/p>\n

Camp is its own reference without a source\u2014a term, and a sensibility, claimed and reclaimed so steadily that it has entered the realm of \u201cyou know it when you see it.\u201d But one of camp\u2019s features, in most definitions, is performance as a form of resistance: expression and idiosyncrasy serving as a rejection of a stifling status quo. It is queerness, refusing to be constrained. It is authenticity, refusing to apologize. It is absurdity. It is joy.<\/p>\n

This is The Traitors<\/i> too. Yet the series performs freedom not just by rejecting the past but also by embracing it\u2014and, possibly, reclaiming some of it. For the aforementioned wedding challenge, Cumming wears a white suit studded with red flowers. The outfit reads like a declaration about the sanctions of marriage and the rites that shape modern society. An outfit he wears in another challenge\u2014a sequined suit in a military style, with neckwear that suggests a Medal of Freedom\u2014does a similar thing. Most reality shows offer escapism: the relief of alternate and insular worlds. But The Traitors<\/i> is all too aware of the world<\/a> it is streaming into\u2014one where hard-won rights are threatened, where expression is being curtailed, where a new bit of progress is being banished every day<\/a>.<\/p>\n

That awareness serves the show\u2019s satirical edge. It also expands the permissions of camp to The Traitors<\/i>\u2019 audience. People on Reddit threads<\/a> puzzle out the references, trying to discern what the allusions might mean\u2014or whether they are allusions at all. They analyze. They debate. Every reality show has a version of that digital second life; The Traitors<\/i>, though, inspires conversations that stretch far beyond the show\u2019s limits. They bring Hamlet<\/i> and Tennyson and Alice in Wonderland<\/i>\u2019s human-chess game to new audiences, in new forms.<\/p>\n

Along the way, they offer embedded reminders that art is itself a wink to be enjoyed and a mystery to be solved. It is always evolving, reclaimed, and reinterpreted. The works that are venerated today as \u201chigh culture\u201d\u2014the stuff of capital-L<\/i> literature, of exclusivity, of snobbery\u2014began, very often, as works of pop culture. They offered respite, community, wonder. \u201cTo be or not to be,\u201d Hamlet said, his angst both performed and very real. He would come to capture, for many, something true and essential about modernity. Before that, though, Hamlet was just a guy on a stage, being messy and dramatic, living out his era\u2019s version of a reality show.<\/p>\n

Article originally published at The Atlantic<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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