Prison Break Season 3 Premiere
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Unhealthy Concerns for Big Brother Politics
Unhealthy Concerns for Big Brother Politics: Obsession with Big Brother Trivia That is far from Trivial by Roxanne McDonald
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While I could give a hamster’s behind for real Big Brother politics—you know, how low our president’s IQ is, how we are censored and controlled and forced to go for the greed over the common good, etc.—I get more concerned about what goes on behind the scenes of Big Brother the TV show. |
I mean what goes on behind the behind the scenes we get to see on scheduled TV.
The General BB Phenom
If it matters to anyone other than myself and maybe my mother, my obsession started with the very first, I mean the very first episode—with the caravan of matching black vehicles with their tinted windows, chauffeuring the first candidates into the compound. I was fascinated with the concept as it followed so keenly the Orwellian concept, the delivery, and stunned [still am] by how people would voluntarily give up implied Big Brother life to actually willingly subject themselves to agreed-upon totalitarianism…for any amount of money.
My interest has never waned [having a consistent fascination with one of the most frighteningly prescient books of all time and having taught the book in lit classes over the years—and Big Brother is not a character, per se, by the way, peeps, but is a construct, an abstraction, a real collective mindset/entity], but has rather been piqued and has peaked on several select occasions.
Big Brother’s Watching You, Alison
While I couldn’t help but think about several studio practices all along, this episodic intrigue began when Alison Irwin [Big Brother 4] tried to communicate [cleverly, I might add] to an ally by way of pointing out words in a book, so that the cameras and the audience couldn’t decipher what she was “saying”. Big Brother called her on it and forced her to reveal what she was secretly communicating. Whooo. That was creepy enough to make me want to quit the show…, until I realized I wasn’t a part of it. Oh, yeah.
Big Brother Will Make it up to You, Dick
This leads my coo-coo dissertation to what I meant to write about here, today. I don’t spend days obsessing about Big Brother the reality show, but I do spend hours searching for single details that will uncover the machinations of this number-one program.
This week, I have been so damned worried about Dick getting his cigarettes back, for instance, as the lunatic Jen had destroyed his selective luxury item [don’t know if that’s what Big Brother determines it, as does Survivor, but I know how important it was/is for Dick to pack enough smokes to keep him sufficiently fixed for the duration] on her way out the door, so to speak: when she realized it was over and went all rules of the game AWOL [which I am still celebrating over, too].
Anyway.
I Call Shotgun!
I Call Shotgun! by Roxanne McDonald
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I call shotgun for several reasons—starting with needing it to take some bad characters out of our misery and not just to take the front seat position away from undeserving freaks like Lacey. |
Let’s do a check-in on the remaining “Rock of Love” girls,
instead of complaining about what is the inevitable fate of/regard for dating/reality competition shows, that is.
I am curious to see how I did with my initial consideration of the contenders for Bret’s “love” [on CDMusicRobot.com]…how my first impressions compare to current states of affairs.
Okay. Remember, I had little to go on other than a fifty-word bio on Vh1. Still, my instincts hit a couple of times:
Brandi M. I initially guessed how Brandi M. could be a good potential mate, what with her number of tats and being able to put her whole fist in her mouth. I also decided that despite being one of the most natural-looking and prettiest of the group, B.M. seemed likely to be one to Play Dirty, baby. Yep, remember how she confessed at a fine luncheon that she was known as BJ Brandi? Bret clearly liked this about her.
Heather, hailing from Columbus, Ohio, looked familiar to me…as I realized, yeah, Jackie Collins [same age, too, it seems]. I suggested at the start that maybe the Vegas dancer who admitted to having “been in several catfights” in the past was tossed in here for good TV. I’m stickin to my initial word.
Typically, Bret hands Heather a VIP Pass as he asks her something along the lines of staying as his “friend”. Yes, he tells us he appreciates her hottie photo shoots, but he doesn’t seem to want anything consistent and long-term with Heather beyond the “just friends” deal. You know that puts the kiss of doom on the poor old thing. If she could only come to realize this instead of definitively stating how she is “golden”, she is the one, and he is her man.
Continued Kudos to Top Rahman
Continued Kudos to Top Rahman by Roxanne McDonald
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It was no secret Rock was a top contender for “Hell’s Kitchen.” |
Okay. Now that I can talk about the winner without ruining
the fun for followers and fans [since it was leaked in, like, the first week that Rock had won], I can also join the thousands of Rock fans in congratulating him.
The latter part of that—how many people adore the definitive and deliberate champion of the kitchen—was also no secret. Washington Informer feature writer Sonsyrea Tate Montgomery witnessed as finale fans, for instance, crowded the Union Station restaurant B. Smith’s, where Rock is executive chef, to cheer Rock on as the pre-taped finale played.
Starting Off on a Sour Note but Ending with Perfection
Starting Off on a Sour Note but Ending with Perfection by Roxanne McDonald
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Yikes. The opening number, a booming spectacular featuring the top finalists singing the Kool and the Gang song “Celebration,” was an embarrassing display of “talent”. But of the top four, at least two saved the introduction to the finale, and winner Terry Fator rocks the house one last wonderful time. |
Throughout the season on “America’s Got Talent,” I loved the Glamazons and had respect for the green Julienne, but yeeow. In the finale they were off-key and doing more
caterwauling than celebrating for the first few minutes, there.
But my favorites, Cas and Butterscotch, came through, as all four of the top finalists did in the fresh-as-can-be-fresh- for-a-reality-competition finale.
What I suggest by “fresh” is how nice it was to have each of the final four perform with celebrities in their area/genre, which was of course also done these last two seasons by sister show, Idol. But what was tear-jerking and newer was the use of surprise video messages by the finalists’ idols, for instance, that made us all (or most of us) tear up.
Character Check-up Time
Character Check-up Time by Roxanne McDonald
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Not to copy Reality TV Calendar [and the writers’ ranking] or commit character assassination, but the remaining eight on Big Brother 8 have made some remarkable enough personality changes that it might be good to check in. |
Mini-Me Janelle
For starters, Daniele is different, don’t you think? It’s not a full-out cockiness she has taken on, but a very bold, more vocal, more confident, more present persona. Wow.
When Daniele first came into the Big Brother 8 House, she was mawkish and weepy and reticent and recalcitrant. With the amazing recovery by way of winning several PoVs and two HoHs, the girl has become woman to be reckoned with, has boldly spoken to her distaste for persons and dynamics, and has even taken on an authoritative role (as when she was dismissing Amber after an agreement to take Amber off the block).
Yikes. Have we underestimated the anorexic? Doubted the dangerousness of the dumb blonde? Unlike others, Daniele does not win competitions by serendipity. There is some skill, some real intent there.
Thick as a Brick but Less Dangerous
Jen is just the punchline to a joke at this point. It’s not about composure. She’s just too thick, too insipid to be credited for being all that composed. It is little more than false pride and sudden strategy shifts of the others that keep her afloat.
The focus on her comes and goes, she switches alliances as quickly, and her shine is now as dull as our regard for her and her lackluster presence. Just listening to her makes our own IQs drop.
Following her shifts and switches is just as silly, as she, too goes the way the House wind blows…except that it blows against her for the fifth time this week, and then she doesn’t even bother to bolster her transparency or get some enhancing by way of alliance. Rather, she hyper-confidently announces her ensured survival in the House and denounces those she just, uh, had alliance and collusion with. I don’t know what I’m saying. Just trying to recap the one-dimensional has made me deliver little more than non sequiturs and mixed metaphors.
The One They Should be Watching Out For?
Either Jessica is consistently low-key and amiable unintentionally, or she is sharp-shooting smart and consciously staying on the margins when it comes to ganging up, over-competing, or hyper-conspiring. It may be, that is, that Jess has the unannounced brains and strategies to win this game…unannounced and therefore unattended to except when she gets the occasional spotlight.
Okay, Jess will be remembered (by the BB Houseguests) as the one who facilitated Dustin’s departure, but that wasn’t all her doing…so they likely think, so she will go ignored as a potentially potent killer of dreams this season.
Evil?
Dick has been proven to be as popular and hob-nobbing [sp?] as he first announced. He has also made sense of every switch in fealty he has made. I am sure I would be co-dependent to Dick if I were in the Big Brother House with him, so I am overlooking his inane antics and altered alliances, being more forgiving of his bellicose ways, but there is just something endearing about him. Starting with his devotion to his prima dona daughter.
Still, he doesn’t have the true evil, the truly malevolent gift that Dr. Will had and used, but rather has just the perpetuation of such an image because of the others in the House who are intimidated, challenged, insulted, or cowed by Dick.
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Final Three on the Spot and Canned
Final Three on the Spot and Canned by Roxanne McDonald
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It was down to Adam, Jason and Will, showcasing two encore films each, then participating in the mini- Cannes-esque finale. |
A hearty farewell was made to Sam, who will, we trust, go far as a new filmmaker.
Why I Want to Win
Then the three got to discuss what winning would mean
[which I will not reiterate here, as you can pretty much guess the gist] before showing their choice of encores.
Director! Director!
Jason brought back “Eternal Waters,” the one for which he gave us the insider trick: when using a child actor, try to get twins so you don’t wear just one out. [And try to quell the terror either has: recall how one of the kids was freaked about climbing into a coffin….
“Eternal Waters” had stood up to the professional horror flicks with similar [water] themes—(The Ring; Dark Waters)—with Jason’s adept realism of a mother’s perpetual mental recapitulation of her dead son’s image, though the story seemed de-railed when the guy with the big old Scream knife appears. However, everything came together, even the successful use of the dream not as a deus ex machine but as another rich layer in context.
Jason also brought back his action/comedy, “Sweet”. This piece was one Carrie Fisher called her favorite of all the pieces Jason had done thus far [at the time of the first screening], and called it one which has a completely relatable situation with an ordinary guy and an inordinate situation. Antoine Fugua had credited the short with good action and acknowledged Jason’s taking time with his characters. And Gary Marshall had called “Sweet” comical and accessible, alive and terrific.
Will brought back “Glass Eye”, the slow-moving epic of the eye that ends up in the dog’s intestines. Carrie Fisher had joked about how if her dog pooped her eye out she wouldn’t be waiting around to put it back in, and had suggested that the sweet silent film be brought into the 21st century as a talkie and have some damned dialogue. Wes Craven had agreed it was fun conceptually with fun twists and originality, though he had found a couple of misdirections. And Gary Marshall told Will he had a good eye [heh-heh], had a great actor in the dog, and would only take the guy out of the wife-beater tee shirt.
Will also brought back “The Yes Men,” the short that played on the quasi-Kafka idea of a guy waking up in a dress, the short Will intended to be a Cohen brothers style piece. The film was quite funny the second time around, with Lynn Shea showing up in the same dress as her boss, etc..
Adam brought back an often talked about and alluded to short, “Dough: A Musical.” The film had been called “incredibly, incredibly original” by Carrie Fisher, as well as “totally entertaining.” Michael Bay had also been impressed, saying that musicals have always worked on a visual level, and all Adam had to do was tweak the photography a bit more. And Gary Marshall had delighted in the film, only making a single suggestion about having the girl and guy look at each other as the piece ends.
Adam also brought back “Army Guy,” my favorite of the last of the “On the Lot” weeks: you know the one–with its central character who is a soldier with amnesia…who wakes up in a very tu-tu fluffy dress, is accosted by Candis [Barbies] and overwhelmed by look-alike Ken dolls, and gives us the Hitchcockian nod in the reveals…as he accepts a drink that doesn’t come out of the glass, and as shadows of some giant being [a little girl hovering over her doll house he is trapped inside] lurk and loom.
Final Comments, Pre-Finale
In the penultimate “On the Lot,” Gary had told Jason that Sophocles once said “Euripides makes people as they are.” This, he had said, is what Jason does. Carrie had told Will she has been a fan of his from the silents to the talkies, each suffused with his child-like spirit. And Carrie had told Adam his films are so inventive and funny and that he is a complete original.
What Would Jesus Do?
What Would Jesus Do? by Roxanne McDonald
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The question has gotten alot of mileage, given Jameka and now Amber’s propensities in faith and Dick’s agnostic adversity. And the question is mulled over, as we see the “good” guy [the pious gal] doesn’t necessarily win in the case of Big Brother competition, nor do the good or evil stay true to anything, not their words, not themselves, and obviously not to each other. |
How much is Jameka regretting having exposed her faith?
Yes, the whole dynamic lends itself to big-time trust issues.
Yes, the whole phenomenon of living together is bastardized exponentially once the game is “on”.
And yes, this week, this Tuesday, anyway, the odds (intended as such by Dick) are in favor of the mighty five voting ED’s mean, taunting, mocking, insulting, confrontational ass out.
But we at home can no longer count on the keeping to what are often knee-jerk decisions any more than we can trust in morality, justice, putting money where mouth is, keeping word, or following logical trend. No such things this season on Big Brother as staying true to agreements, emotions, and mores.
Example: I hate Jen and will guarantee she is miserable every day she is here has become first a ridiculous joke of a truce and a Jen is one of us and now a silent separation of sorts [with Dick ensuring EVERYone is going over to the enemy].
Another questionable “strategy” is using someone as a “pawn”. The pawn ends up going home 80 or 90 percent of the time. [In fact, as I write this, Dustin has been put up as a pawn (in Daniele’s place, against Dick), and Dick is thrilled, for as he says, “How many times in this game have we seen the pawn go home?” Exactly.
Worst Bedmates: Survivor Jenna and Snake-eater
Worst Bedmates: Survivor Jenna and Snake-eater by Roxanne McDonald
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And the irony, hypocrisy, or whatever you want to call it continues. |
Yeah, it’s reeeeally subtle irony, but take one Jenna Morasca [whom I am NOT about to bash, as she is awesome and is
one of my colleague’s all-time favs], nude. Add one Ethan Zone, nude. [Yeah, you can feel the temperatures arisin….] Put an apple in Jenna’s hand, and pose her as if she is about to seduce Ethan with it.
You have one of the oldest allusions in the history of mankind, but you also have a PETA poster, one which reads, “We’d rather go naked than wear fur.”
Now, all good. But then have some doorknob, some yahoo, audition for “Survivor: China” by trying to trump the other ten thousand [not actual number] auditioners by pulling a live rattlesnake from a case, skinning and eating it…alive.
Nyuck-Nyuck Goes Bye-Bye
Nyuck-Nyuck Goes Bye-Bye by Roxanne McDonald
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Maybe she is funnier in person. Nya. I don’t think so. Think it was past time for Debra DiGiovanni to go home. |
Don’t be mad, DiGiovanni fans. [Hello???? Anyone out there?] And don’t worry too much about where she’ll go from here. Debra is, according to the
“Last Comic Standing” blurbs, “one of Canada’s fastest-rising stand-up talents,” “the Best Stand Up to see after a Messy Break Up” [NOW, Toronto], and “presently a sought after headliner with a growing fan base.”
And evidently, I am in the minority (not caring for that style of nyuck nyuck hyberbolic hilarity), for she won the first round between her and Matt Kirshen.
But Matt came back with a voice bigger than his diminutive body, and nailed the head-to-head—I suspect with the bacon-eating Jew bit and the most clever and last-minute addition of the joke that piggybacked on Debra’s set minutes earlier. Clever boy. Witty boy. One of my favs.
Yes, we all know appreciation is subjective, and our criteria for “funniest” is all over the program’s playbill (if there was one). But how many years one has been doing stand-up just miiiight. not. be the deciding factor. (Though we sure appreciate the subtext, which so many reality shows fail to use, thereby lending to many mistakes for recappers. I love NBC.)
To Err is to be Julie Chen
To Err is to be Julie Chen, HoH Wrecker, Idiot Game Saboteur of Very Game She is Hosting by Roxanne McDonald
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Julie Chen needs to be the next America’s Player. Maybe we can slap her around enough that we knock some of that saboteur out of her. |
Imagine Scripps National Spelling Bee official word caller giving the spelling of a word instead of the word to a finalist on the stage. Imagine Alex Trebek calling on Ken Jennings as he
buzzes in to answer “The best reality TV show, based on Orwellian concepts,” and instead of saying Ken, Trebek says,”What is Big Brother?” How frigging long do you suppose such offiators would last?
Julie Chen needs to find some other work. Get the fukk off our show.
But first, a retraction of sorts:
I went off on a ramble in the last Big Brother 8 article, and when I got to musing on the voting, I included Daniele’s vote in the equation. DUH. HoH doesn’t vote. Duhh.
I take that back, then. Though I don’t take back the rest of what I said.
But I aint the one who controls, or significantly impacts the outcome of a brutal game or challenge…, Julie.
Now, tell me. HoH competition. Down to two. One who has nothing to gain or lose [at this stage in the game, anyway, as she has flown under the radar]. One who has just narrowly escaped losing status, cash, and pride—as America’s Player. One question. Tenuous thread player buzzes in and is about to win HoH. Julie Chen calls on player by using not his name but the name that is the answer to the effing question!!!!
Oh, woops, ehhehhehheh. Aren’t I an idiot who is just going to scratch that and start a NEW question?
What the HELLLLL. What the HELL, Julie Chen. Get off the show, or give Eric HoH next week. Just straight the eff up and make reparations, concessions, big-time amends.
Don’t just blow it off as if it were totally acceptable that the powers that be get to err while the players do not and therefore Big Brother loses points in its otherwise highest ranking, most watchable reality TV show in the queue.
What can—should—we do about this?
1. Fly a plane with a banner that says Julie Chen fixes HoH competitions?
2. Force feed Julie Chen slop for the remainder of the Big Brother competition?
Neener Neener Neener
Neener Neener Neener by Roxanne McDonald
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I was wondering when the nasty Nancies would begin. Now I kinda wish I hadn’t asked for it. |
God, SHUT upppp.
Cheftestants, Howie is not here to cater your pity parties. Sara N., there was a REASON he didn’t want you putting
effing ice in the milkshakes. You weren’t trying to work some roadside diner patrons for bonus bucks by using what is technically WATER as an extender. CJ, Howie doesn’t, as he very plainly told you, doesn’t need anybody to sign off on his methodology or social etiquette.
True, he doesn’t need us speaking up for him, either.
Okay, while I’m at it….
Hung, get over yourself and the overly ambitious, tendentious moves. Ben and Jerry’s has pretty much gotten away with every possible flavor combination already, and cauliflower is just, well, silly. Cauliflower ears, cauliflower cake, maybe…. But ew. Did you and Marcel not only study together but hang out in the treehouse between classes and come up with ways to reinvent the tried and true? Tempura flakes? You’re a tempura flake. Okay, that was uncalled for.
And while we’re in the ice cream segment, what the hell, Coldstone, was that commercial supposed to do, really, besides make us want to go back to the eighties so we could say, “Gag me with a spoon”? A primate out of control, a voiceover saying that maybe the strawberry blonde could soothe the savage beast, and the layover slogan, “Do you love it?” Gee, allude to Paris Hilton [or Nicole Ritchie, really, as Hilton is not strawberry but blanched blonde] much?
Okay, I’ll leave Casey alone for the time being, as the faux pas sriricha overload could have worked [like having Fireball (jawbreaker) icecream, I’m thinking], but has nothing on the prima donna I always separate work clothes from dress clothes to keep my cooks from knowing my bi-ness attitude.
The guest judge, Gavind Armstrong, will be horrified to watch what you do with the privilege of being a “Top Chef” contestant.
Not all of you, just, mostly, okay, mostly Sara N.
After Dale wins the immunity for serving up a refined peach cobbler and candied pecans Coldstone concept, and after being subjected to a stone cold trick—being told you all had the night off but finding, once you got all glam, that you would actually be working the party you had hoped to decompress with—you are now issued the Elimination Challenge:
300 bucks and thirty minutes to shop, and an hour and a half to prep and cook, the challenge is to feed and please the post-Nikki club partiers. Now, first, come ON, people. When you’re drunk, shit on a shingle will go down nicely. So the menu is no big deal, really. And Howie and CJ on the Orange Team get this, saying easy and fast. Fried food for drunkards. Okay.
Second, the clothing is not such an issue, as you will be covering with aprons, #1, and #2, Casey, your cooks are not here tonight, so your secret manner of dress is not an issue—or shouldn’t be—and I wonder if they even care all that much. Course what they will likely care more about once they watch this episode is what an odd little Jennifer Aniston lookalike thing you are with your quirky need to control how they see you thing.
But Casey’s scowls—which did little more than delight Padma further—aside, the little Miss Priss Sara N. just had to get a frying pan up side the head.
Gregor Wakes up in a Dress
Gregor Wakes up in a Dress by Roxanne McDonald
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A fresh twist on the Kafkaesque sees the final four making films about what happens when a guy wakes up and discovers [or doesn’t] that he is wearin a dress. |
Only thing worse is waking up to discover you have been eliminated—which is what happened this week to ZACH!
Zach! Man were the others sorely affected. And really nervous now, for as Will puts it, they were sure Zach was going to win…, so now the game is really on.
Will has made “The Yes Men,” which he says should feel like a Cohen brothers film. Rather than focus on the central character’s reactions to waking in a dress, he will emphasize the reactions of those around the guy. It’s a chuckle-inducing piece [as when Lynn Shea appears as the administrative assist in the same dress as her male boss], but logistically has a couple of snags [at least I didn’t like the flip-flop of everyone in dresses at end save one guy…etc.]
Carrie squeals [well, almost] that there was SO MUCH DIALOGUE in this one she almost didn’t recognize it as Will’s. The film had a great look, she adds, great spoof, and, again, he did well with the dialogue.
Guest judge F. Gary Gray (The Italian Job; Set it Off; Friday) also says Will did a good job and he thought it was funny. He tells Will he went all out with production, and F Gary loved the design, even though he could do a little more with the music….
Gary thanks Penny for subbing and rambles a minute, then gets back to saying that was some great sucking up to the boss…like the X Games of sucking up. It had the emperor’s new clothes; the actors were funny [another nod to Lynn Shea and one to the delivery guy]; and Gary salutes Will.
Come Down Off Cross, You
Come Down Off the Cross, We Need the Wood by Roxanne McDonald
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And the martyrdom begins as the shifting sympathies pitifully continue. |
Jen gets cocky: not worried about being on the block–
for as the previous two weeks have shown, she says, she is still
there…and will be for the next two.
So she thinks.
Then again, given the wishy-washy crap you guys are pulling, she just might be right, not because people like her in the Big Brother House but because they seem to tend toward scapegoatism [yeah, I made it up; yeah I know no such word] and shifting sympathies more often than Brian Vickers shifts gears.
So the least likable, the least deserving, the most inimical snake their way to the top while you are busy focusing on the more innocuous.
What the hell, Dick? You are so not doing much to keep Jen’s ego in check. Sure, you started the day by scowling at her taunting “Hiyee” dance, and told her that trust you, it was not her beauty you were glaring at. You told her she was going home because nobody likes her….
And then, what? Because she won the PoV you got all squirrely and squeamish about the possibility that Jen would indeed be staying? Did you suck up to her because you were truly focused on being humane to everyone? Or because you wanted to get that last vote against poor scapegoated Eric? Or did you just go into a momentary coma, and are now covering tracks by saying, “How’s THAT for flipping…flipping over the LNC?”?
Seven Singers Singing and One Odd Act
Seven Singers Singing and One Odd Act by Roxanne McDonald
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Solo vocal- heavy “America’s Got Talent” reveals the top eight acts remaining. |
So my friend emailed me and asked who I thought was going to take the “America’s Got Talent” competition this season. I had to/have to say that my favs must be America’s favs, as
all but one act making it through to the next round of finals is a vocal one, and even Sideswipe stepped it up—figuratively and literally—last night. I have no sense of who will win, though.
I can’t choose between them, but I hope beyond hope that Butterscotch and Cas Hayley are the last standing; and I’m still rooting for them, though The Glamazons were a bit spectacular visually but off vocally. Too much going on to “entertain”, which may have thrown off their focus, slowed down the progress they have made thus far improving on their voices.
Anyway.
The final eight were revealed as follows, and, as Jerry Springer made VERY clear, in no particular order:
Bonnie Muirhead Wins One
Bonnie Muirhead Wins One by Roxanne McDonald
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She wins the final challenge, as Rock stays cool and says he would rather win the service. |
In the penultimate episode of “Hell’s Kitchen,” the two remaining chefs, Bonnie Muirhead and Rock Harper go head to head in the non-elimination challenge of the day—to win over
seven of Las Vegas’ finest with a signature dish.
The moment is torturous, as each expert deliberates over Bonnie’s shrimp and lobster pasta and Rock’s fried chicken and crab cake appetizer:
Sean Griffin, Executive Chef, Caesar’s Palace: Bonnie
Gerald Chin, Executive Chef, MGM: Rock
Anthony Carron, Executive Chef, Michael Media Group: Bonnie
Robin Leach, “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” Host who has dined in over 17,00 restaurants around the world: Bonnie
Michael Wray, Season 1 “Hell’s Kitchen” Winner: Rock
Heather West, Season 2 “Hell’s Kitchen” Winner: Rock
Tie-breakers: Chris Fearnow and Bob Finch, Green Valley Resort General Manager and Head Chef: Bonnie
Advice from a Mini Doc Ali
Advice from a Mini Doc Ali by Roxanne McDonald
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Scott meets his girlfriend’s seventeen-year-old daughter, and learns some lessons in the process. |
Renee’s daughter is in town, so Scott has to ask for a get out of jail free card. Doc Ali thinks that yes, what a great idea, especially if he is going to marry Renee.
Whoa. Scott may be doing all this life coaching work for that end, but it is clearly too soon to bring that word up again. This also triggers the questions about how much Scott has been around kids [and whether he, in other words, father material]. He hasn’t been around them much at all.Sheila had a kid, he tells his coach, and when she probes further, he of course goes off into how hot Sheila was. Wha? Oh. Yeah. Kids.
Doc Ali has just the thing for THAT: visit Sheila ON A NON-SEXUAL BASIS she glaringly implies. Then, go hang at a daycare. See how long you can handle that one, Mr. I can parent a dog quite well, thank you.
Because Sheila Kennedy has closed the door of her house to Scott, he must do her bidding and meet her at the gym. But he isn’t allowed to meet her IN the gym, either. Okay, we get it, Sheila. You are holding a grudge and since you can’t take control by withholding sex….
Anyway, Scott suffers the slings of her comments about his utter incapability to be a husband, a father, or even a decent boyfriend, she reminds him, as he burned her by hooking up with Pamela Anderson at the same time she was seeing him.
Then it’s on to the daycare center, and notice who is conveniently absent, after riding his pitiful ass along on every other Scott venture? Yeah. Won’t see Johnny V. here. Nothin in it for him.
So Scott is on his own to, er, get really uncomfortable with the little urchins.. Even the arts and crafts session is freaking him out.
Time to Showcase Something More than Boobs
Time to Showcase Something More than Boobs by Roxanne McDonald
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“Rock of Love” 4 sees Bret gift-giving over ogling…most of the time. |
At least his putting music and more substantive relationships over heaving bosoms becomes more evident in this the fourth installment of “Rock of Love.”
I mean, who woulda guessed he would have sent Brandi C. home so soon? Good for him that he is looking beyond what clearly would have lasted only as long as the air in the balloons did.
You know she is in for some kind of fall when Brandi C. is featured first in interview. And, yeah, if you are anywhere near being more for Bret than the gummy boob brigade, you are probably welcoming the booting of an incessant whiner.
This week, Brandi C. is whining to Big John, who has intercepted her attempt to sneak into Bret’s room late one night.
The boy needs what little rest he is getting, girlie.
And evidently, he is protected in sleep, for he appears the nest morning, rested and ready to involve the women in yet another music-related challenge they have no business being involved in.
[Yuh. I KNOW Bret has called for a chick who will put up with, go along for, and never interfere with his rocker lifestyle. But does the woman he chooses have to BE a rocker, too? If that’s the case, Bret is going to be soooo bummed, as not even Lacey the self-proclaimed musician can keep up.]
The challenge is to take the instrumentals from one of two songs and put words to them.
Bret pairs the women:
Magdalena and Heather – You KNOW Heather will bitch any minute now about being paired with the man of the bunch. Yep. There she goes.
Jes and Brandi M. – Jes tells us she and Brandi can’t write, can’t sing, and so just sit around and smoke
Lacey and Erin – Lacey the quintessential MUSICIAN is quite put out having been paired with one who can’t even hold a simple four-count beat on the tambourine.
Sam and Brandi C. – Sam says Brandi C. is way monotone, and so tries to help her with this inane advanced vocal exercise.
Rodeo and Mia – Rodeo gets way too jubilant over her brilliant creation, while Mia finally speaks!
The guest judge is Richard Blade, joined by Big John and Bret. Should we warn them to put in the earplugs now, or let them suffer as we have?
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Pride and Paranoia
Pride and Paranoia by Roxanne McDonald
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There’s [already] too much paranoia. There’s [sic] too many closets I went in before and now I got a reason it’s no real reason to be waiting! ~ The Sex Pistols |
So much undeserved pride and misplaced paranoia making the hamsters turn…turn on each other, turn each other out, turn tricks that piss us off even if we favor the trickster.
Making my gut turn just trying to keep up.
The bats hang. Amber falls first and is the first to upset our process when she doesn’t cry!
Eric has sabotaged himself by pulling the upper half of his body in line with the bat rod.
Jameka just flops and against her usual reserved way pipes in from the watcher row that they are all teaching her a good lesson (whatever that cryptic point means)
Then the banner plane makes its appearance: WE LOVE NICK~ AMBER + ERIC ARE LIARS~ LNC ARE THE NERD HERD
You can’t help but wonder who paid big bucks for this:
No Big Brother & TV Show Spoliers Allowed!
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