Camaraderie is king on the Deadliest Catch
trawlers. Conversation, however, is less important
On the inky waves of the Bering Sea, a rare breed of man risks beard and bank balance in pursuit of the ocean's "ultimate" booty: crabs. This is the premise of Deadliest Catch
(Discovery), a series that has been filming thickset Americans tripping over commercial fishing equipment since 2005. But, like its inferior scions (Ice Road Truckers, Ax Men et al), Deadliest Catch
is really about reticence. Here, every shrug is an ode to a life spent avoiding conversation in waterproof dungarees.
What little dialogue there is appears to have been helicoptered in from an 80s action film. "Ya godda pick ya poison," mumbles deckhand Scott. "It's oudda ma hands," grunts greenhorn Shea. "Let's get tha hell oudda here," hisses skipper Sig through teeth like fish fingers. To immerse oneself in this symphony is to know tha true meanin' of pain.