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Naked Dining: All Tease, No Strip
Let’s be clear, this isn’t a BL. It’s not even a bromance. It’s a cooking show with a misleading title and a sprinkle of awkward male proximity. No kisses, no chemistry, just a few staged stumbles and forced touches that feel more like contractual obligations than romantic tension.
The actors? Clearly uncomfortable. If you’re going to market a show to BL fans, at least cast people who can sell the illusion. Kondo and Yutaro, I’m begging, if you’re not into it, don’t sign up for it.
And the title? “Naked Dining” implies vulnerability, intimacy, maybe even literal nudity. What we got was fully clothed, emotionally distant, and narratively bland. This should’ve been called Baiting Dining, because that’s exactly what it did: bait the BL crowd and serve up a lukewarm, queer-coded disappointment.
The actors? Clearly uncomfortable. If you’re going to market a show to BL fans, at least cast people who can sell the illusion. Kondo and Yutaro, I’m begging, if you’re not into it, don’t sign up for it.
And the title? “Naked Dining” implies vulnerability, intimacy, maybe even literal nudity. What we got was fully clothed, emotionally distant, and narratively bland. This should’ve been called Baiting Dining, because that’s exactly what it did: bait the BL crowd and serve up a lukewarm, queer-coded disappointment.
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