For many Australians, the plot of Network Ten’s new dramedy Five Bedrooms might hit just a little too close to home.
Along with telling a comedic story about a complex cast of characters, played by a series of actors and actresses well-known to Australian audiences, Five Bedrooms is also the equivalent of a ‘we see you and please have a drink on us’ love letter to the single people of our nation who will never be able to buy property of their own.
The action of Five Bedrooms kicks off with a group of mismatched people who are all relegated to a ghastly singles table, all the way behind the speakers, at a wedding.
There’s the enthusiastic Ainsley (Katie Robertson), who is in love with her kind of hopeless boss Lachlan (Hugh Sheridan), who has been relegated to the ‘lonely hearts’ table because he and his wife are once again on the outs. There’s also straight-laced lawyer Liz (Kat Stewart) and her best friend Harry (Roy Joseph), a doctor who still lives at home with his mother and is unable to tell her he’s gay. Rounding out the group is tradie Ben (Stephen Peacocke) whose claim to fame is that he lives in a caravan.
As the smugness of the happily married couples around their table begins to suffocate them, talk at the singles table turns to the idea that the only way the five of them will ever own property is if they all go in on a house together. A few bottles of champagne and a real estate Google search later and our singletons are well on their way to buying their own home.
While the house they finally do buy appears to be their dream home upon initial inspection, they’re greeted with quite a few surprises come moving day. Like the fact that half of the backyard pool has been removed by the previous owners and just one use of the upstairs shower floods the majority of their new home.
From there, this mismatched group of people from different backgrounds and different ages must learn to live together, creating an urban family while also dealing with their various work and relationship dilemmas.
Now, for anyone out there who is thinking ‘ugh, that is so unrealistic, as if a group of strangers would buy a house together after getting drunk at a wedding’ I politely must ask you to sit down. To those people, I would then say that you’ve obviously never had to trek through the desolate wasteland that is inner-city housing as a solo buyer or be seated at an outlier single’s table at a wedding. It is a place where relationships of fire are forged.