Channel 4's Virgin Island returns for a second series, and once again it defies expectations. The show, which follows 12 adult virgins on a three-week intimacy retreat in Croatia, could easily be shocking, excruciating or dull. Instead, it is a jolly, wholesome joy.
The programme is not graphic, explicit, tawdry or tasteless. Unlike many reality formats, it does not feel exploitative; participants are crystal clear about what they are there to do and how it will appear on television. With the help of sex therapists and professional surrogate partners, they are encouraged to explore their desires and experience sensual touch, which may extend to penetrative sex.
On paper, the methods seem shocking, but in practice they make sense. Participants are desperate to change their lives but have a mental block around physical intimacy. The central paradox remains: people too scared to have sex in private are willing to let a stranger caress their genitals on national television. Yet the show treats everyone with compassion.
This series introduces more varied motivations for virginity. Bertie, 24, is autistic and finds socialising difficult. Alex, 28, believes he has erectile dysfunction; Will, 30, experiences premature ejaculation. Callum, 21, spends 16 hours a day gaming after losing his father. Joy, 22, struggles with vaginismus and a Christian upbringing that associated sex with sin.
Virgin Island is not a popularity contest or competition. The emphasis is on kindness and acceptance, which cancels out the dark appeal of judging contestants. The endless physical therapy sessions can be awkward and boring, and there is little drama. But the show's feelgood nature makes it worth watching. The overall vibe is wholesome jollity, and witnessing the participants' relief after their sessions is genuinely heartwarming.
