The Baslers are going home, the newcomers are dreaming of sex again and Stephen Dürr has a stomach ache. Cosimo is worried because he no longer wants to be on the losing side. Maybe he can “take a slice” from the farmer with “bite”.
“Pimmel tattoos, nipple piercings…”: What are these conversations that the “Island Gang” are having? The new ones have divided the group. Stephen finds it hard work there for two weeks and then latecomers just come in and take everything for themselves. It’s not bad enough that the first residents ask themselves where RTL just “picked up” these people and who probably only ended up in the summer house because of their cheap fee, no, Patricks Antonia also thinks the fuckers are “not our level”.
Super Mario doesn’t care much for that kind of chatter. He has other problems. The body doesn’t want what Basler wants. It pulls and stings everywhere. The hoped-for miracle that the old bones would crack less after a night’s sleep did not come true. Although Mario can still put on his flippers on his own, he can no longer put on his socks. Time to go! Thank you RTL for the “great life experience”!
It’s the last few meters before the grand finale when the Baslers voluntarily pack their bags or, as Christina would say: “Hey, dude!” The viewer would also like to shout this out loud in the direction of the ceiling, because he simply can’t stand it anymore how often Stephen Dürr addresses “not being able to poop”. Gastrointestinal. Happened. The actor cries, drinks tea and – cries again. Maybe if he says “poo” often enough, he thinks that the long-awaited trip to the toilet is getting closer. Stephen, “dude!”, that’s all too much information.
Kurzweil brings the bike game “Auf Abwegen”. One doesn’t know how to spell chlamydia, Cosimo berates himself for not wanting to be a loser for the rest of his life, and Stephen is crying again because he just – yeah – we know it now! The game is won by Marco and his Christina, who immediately “unsafe” the pawns.
Otherwise, the eighth episode is saturated with nagging about the lost “flair” in the house. Ah, those were the days when you philosophized all night long over good Chianti about Nietzsche and our solar system! And now there’s a Vanessa Mariposa who’s almost 30 years old and asks: “What is geography?” But she is an ace in biology! In her advanced course: “Sex in the storage room” Mariposa gets full marks.
If there is no complaint about the lack of flair, then about the newcomers, who are slowly getting fed up with the moaning behind their backs. It’s really wonderful how Dürr’s wife first chats with the new ones, only to then snitch the conversation on Antonia. You have to stick together now: they or we.
Speaking of Antonia: How excited we have been about Eric Sindermann in the past few weeks! The way farmer Patrick puts his girlfriend down is extremely uncomfortable. So her instructions in the game “Thin board drill” were once again “for a bastard”. Please don’t always behave “like a child” and more “like a woman”. That’s what the “Jedi” simply expects from a partner who wants to be his equal. In one tour, Antonia babbles after Stenz’s mouth while he wishes she would finally “learn a slice” from his talent and wisdom.
Patrick is still one of the old guard, someone who is “cool” and “bites”. There’s almost nothing like that these days! After the meal, the pasha gets up from his chair, belches like a prole through the kitchen and lets his partner do the dishes, as befits a real man.
The Dürrs end up on the hit list this time. They have to compete against each other with Cosimo and his loved one in an “exit challenge”. Too much for the good-natured Italian, who has been on the losing side all his life. It’s clear that the checker from the Neckar is “completely fucked” by this decision. It’s enough for him: “It’s over for me! I swear to you on my words, I don’t need this dirty money! Fuck your career!”
Will he also leave the house voluntarily so shortly before the semifinals? We will see. Finally, let’s take a look at the smug, thin-board drill Patrick, who keeps belittling his Antonia. Why isn’t the blonde a female version of his alter ego, he asks himself in his boundless self-love. Her brief answer to his rhetorical question: “I can’t do anything!”
