Even when there isn't a sob story, I am increasingly irritated by the obsession with the contestants' lives. I love Sewing Bee and Pottery Throwdown, but am bored to tears when we get to the final and they pad it out with relatives talking about how amazing the contestant is, etc.
I'm really not interested in how they always loved art at school and made their own clothes at the age of five.
I loved the first series of 'The Piano', and, much as I get the 'healing power of music' theme, it started to irk me that, talented as they were, the ones that got chosen all also had some big backstory of overcoming odds. Of course the little blind girl in series one was absolutely stunning, but some of the decisions definitely felt more as though the judgement wasn't about the playing so much as the importance of the piano to the individual according to the judges.
It was also annoyingly ageist. I think somebody must have said something, because in series two they actually chose an older gentleman, who of course had a dementia story. Dear old John who just loved playing the piano at 70 didn't have a chance against the child prodigy or the attractive 20 - something with mental health issues or a troubled home life.
It sounds really callous, I know, and it isn't that I don't appreciate success in the face of adversity, it's just the feeling that the considerable ability of these people is getting swamped and the real competition is who has suffered the most trauma.