In these interesting times, people who know exactly who they are and what to do next possess a magnetic allure, which is why five gay men in their thirties have led to one of the most talked-about TV shows of the year.
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy was a Nineties reality TV hit, with five gay men giving life and style makeovers to straight men in a slump. Its reboot, now simply Queer Eye, became a word of mouth obsession, then a breakout smash, when it aired on Netflix earlier this year. Its stars became icons, especially its youngest, the adorable and leonine Jonathan Van Ness (grooming) who combines a drag queen style of speaking with the sort of cast-iron self-confidence more usually seen in people who are horrific rather than – to use a Jonathanism – absolutely “gorgy”.
And this show is 100 per cent gorgy, as well as kind, hilarious and reassuring. It has heart on a scale usually seen on autumnal Sunday night dramas on the Beeb, providing maximum confidence boosting with none of the sap. Men tend to get overlooked on the classic makeover shows, unless it’s DIY SOS, so this "Oprah meets Auntie Mame" fills a joyous gap: after watching the first series, my husband enquired as to whether he might perhaps be “Queer Eye’d” for his next birthday.
This string of episodes widens the makeover pool from straight (and one gay) men to include a trans man and even – gasp – a woman. All share the trait of being a bit lost, and deserving of the treat of a new wardrobe, a tarted-up home, and an injection of self-esteem, but not so broken that the “Fab Five’s” tough love would knock them down even further. These are people that need to be plumped like a pillow rather than systematically brought back to life.
There’s Sean, a homeschooled teenage pianist whose truly horrifying selection of personalised jackets gives him the impression of being a 40-year-old cruise entertainer; Skyler, a trans man who has just undergone “top” surgery to remove his breasts; Tom, the hipster mayor of the most ethnically diverse city in the South whose youth (and feral beard) prevent him being taken seriously; as well as an assortment of overworked and underconfident men whose style – and life – could use a bit of a zhuszh.