Yes! It's fashion fascism time again!
My favorites so far:
Laura, Uli and Michael
Icky Icky already by Challenge 2:
Katherine - proof that hipsters are just the sniffly girls from the grammar school playgrounds all grown up.
Angela - proof that bubble skirts and combat boots were never a good idea- EVER.
Keith - sketchy, very sketchy
Playing to their demographs:
Jeffrey - jumping on the bed
Kayne - wire hanger phobia
I'd like to see an all female final three- since we know a villain always makes it to the final three that would seem to be Angela at this point- she's a granola Wendy Pepper and then serene Laura and cool color maven Uli...
who knows? Malan was robbed though.
Aerobicidal at Television Without Pity sums it up
"Uli was robbed.
I’m convinced that Bradley has been stealing Vincent’s meds for recreational use.
Since Jeffrey and Allison were barely in the episode, I knew they wouldn’t win or lose. Still, I was hoping for a punk-rock subversion/political commentary on beauty pageants in the Society of the Integrated Spectacle, perhaps a straightjacket doubling as a projection screen for gory clips from child beauty pageants in the South. Maybe next week.
A highlight of this episode was when Angela coined a phrase that works as a brilliant pick-up line and could become the show’s, if not Bravo’s, new motto: “You’re going to need someone to pull you out of your hole.” I was surprised that failed to seduce Kayne, but perhaps he mistook it for something other than literalism (more on that in a moment).
As much as I was hoping for Malan to stay in over Angela, she certainly provides enough unintentional humor to justify her existence.
Last week we learned that Angela lives off the grid, in the middle of “nowhere,” an interesting place apparently quite unlike the proverbial “middle of nowhere.” I can only imagine what it’s like to live, literally (as Sandra Lee would slur) in the middle of a purely figurative place. Is it like living in a feeling? An aura? Does she float out of a bedlike spirit sphere in the morning and have her wardrobe and makeup applied with a Jetsons-esque machine?
A less interesting alternative—that she simply lives off the grammar grid as well as the literal (???) one—is, at least, not mutually exclusive. Surely there could feasibly be a place in rural America where roomfuls of women in “umpire waist” bubble skirts randomly create exact replicates the latest YSL’s collection while telepathically communicating in bestial grunts. If such a place exists, doubtlessly it is only a matter of time before it is co-opted by film genius M. Night Shyamalan.
On a lighter note, a note that might resemble one from the Thunderpuss 2000 remix of Britney’s latest single, Bravo fulfilled its quota of non-threatening flaming fun in this episode. In a TV world with neither Will nor Grace not Frasier, Kayne and Robert were a two-man force of undeniable sass, hair products, and that endlessly hilarious and endearing world, “girl.” The thought of the countless Mommie Dearest quotes left on the cutting room floor makes me want to cry, but instead I will put on my Mariah Christmas album, slip into my International Male Bahama Nights Pant Outfit, and dance away the pain.
On a final and vaguely related note, unless my conception of PR’s viewing demographic is way off—which is completely possible—the ads for John Tucker Must Die seem somewhat less than strategic. Then again, it’s men! Wearing thongs! Now that is hilarity at its most knee-slapping."
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