The streaming platforms have so far seemed suspicious about reality TV. Netflix's vast budgets have been far more likely to end up with the auteurs of film (David Fincher) and television (Ryan Murphy, who set a new bar with his US$250m+ deal earlier this year).
They appear to want flagship series which confer prestige upon the platform, and will pay (almost) anything for the privilege.
What reality there has been on Netflix has largely been kooky and aimed at a niche audience: Ultimate Beastmaster, a kind of Ninja Warrior ripoff, and the delightfully weird Japanese domestic Terrace House were the main contributions until the revived Queer Eye transcended expectations.
This has left reality mostly to the networks, where it can be relied upon to fill multiple nights and create a sports-like 'event television', which generates headlines and controversy to keep audiences away from the internet's grasp.
This has functionally meant that stylistic innovation has been somewhat slow in reality. The formal daring of Married at First Sight hasn't been matched by a creativity in its expression. The same shots, the same tinkling music, the same endless recaps. Even when the drama is explosive, it carries itself too heavily.