At first I thought it was another Come Dine With Me, cutting out all the boring savoury bits that nobody likes; then I thought it was another human relationship show, an evolution of Big Brother; then I thought it was heightened reality, in the manner of Made in Chelsea.
When we were in post working on the scene, I realized that it was heightened, but it wasn't heightened enough.
I'm sure it was heightened by the whole admiration for wall street etc that must run in the blood of most financial journalists to begin with.
Hellmuth: Not nervous, but I def notice a big buy in like a $100,000 and I am heightened: my senses, my sense of urgency, and my resolve seem to activate!
The things that happen in it are heightened, but I shot it like a documentary so that the audience was not aware of the artifice.
Then, quickly, "I promise you, it's clean". There was something so touching in the way she stressed the cleanliness of the cloth that, for some reason, my already growing feeling of shame at the injustice I had done Gothamites was heightened.
Would I? For weeks that followed, the razzing I already endured at school was heightened because Peter told everyone, "Paul cried at the end of Yentl".
My anxiety was heightened when I asked a white friend who had recently vacationed in the area whether she thought it would be safe.
I felt that the students' general awareness of sustainability was heightened.
Everything was heightened.
Meanwhile, security around the world was heightened.
