It's been a long, difficult third season for "Downton Abbey," and it wasn't too much for any of us to hope that the show might cruise calmly into a happy ending with this, the seventh and last episode of the season. Of course, this would be the point in the recap where I tell the four of you who've been able to sidestep spoilers for this episode to watch first and then come back. I would hate to be the person to blow the twist in this one for you, simply because it must have taken great effort to block out the hints and full-blown revelations that have been everywhere short of the nutrition labels for Wheetabix. There might even be one there, if you read the fine print.
Welcome to Reality TV Roundup -- a quick look at some of the reality TV-centric stories that have recently popped up across the fine, old Interwebs. Click away, my couch potato friends. But before you do...
SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! One more time: SPOILER ALERT. If you watch any competition shows, the latest elimination for each show is probably revealed in the text below. The hope is that, if you missed this week's program and would rather clear out your DVR than watch the episode, you can get a quick hit here. But don't come crying to me if you find out something you didn't want to know. You've been warned. Also note: lots of non-competition reality info lurks below, too.
Oh, boy! It's an unconventional challenge! I'm really hoping we get some crazy, creative stuff this week, because this season needs a boost. Sort of like how Dream Team needs a boost. Or therapy. Or a mediator. Seriously, I don't think I can stand to see the designers on this team take another drubbing, because it's only a matter of time before someone starts cutting themselves to deal with the pain. These are creative types, "Project Runway." They're sensitive. Be nice.
Tim invites the designers into the workroom, which is stuffed full of noxious Glade candles. Please stop making Tim pimp for brands, "Project Runway." He's better than this, even if the show is not.
I wanted to start off this recap by wishing everyone a happy VD, as in Valentine's Day, but having seen tonight's episode, that seems horribly inappropriate. I might as well bring cookies to a funeral or hand out flowers at gastric bypass. This is not exactly a warm and fuzzy episode, even though sparks do fly between Caroline and Tyler. But I'm not even sure that's a good thing, at least in tonight's context.
Unraveling this episode takes some doing, as quite a bit happens and the intrigue surrounding the hunt for Silas has more layers than your standard Awesome Blossom.
Welcome to our very first podcast! Melinda Newman and I have been talking about this seemingly forever, and we finally bit the bullet and yapped with GarageBand rolling. We hope you like it, and if you don't, we hope you will at least be kind to our newbie effort.
So, I've had a very "Top Chef" kind of week. First I got to interview season 6 winner Michael Voltaggio (and eat very tasty sandwiches from his ink.sack restaurant), and now I'm watching the final three (well, final three before the winner of "Last Chance Kitchen" is dumped back into the mix) duking it out for the title of season ten winner. I won't lie -- I'm rooting for Brooke, though I wouldn't complain too much if Sheldon or Kristen (via "Last Chance") took the prize. The only chef I would be a little sad to see win is, honestly, Josh. He seems like a nice guy, but his reliance on bacon and breakfast just makes me wonder if he has the breadth of skills to make him a worthy winner.
While not everyone will recognize "Top Chef" season six winner Michael Voltaggio in his role as fussy Chef Julio on "Suburgatory" tonight, fans of the reality TV show will enjoy the sly reference to Voltaggio's rep as a creative, if cranky, genius behind the stove. During a set visit to "Suburgatory," I had a chance to chat with Voltaggio about his appearance on the show, why he doesn't always hang out with other "Top Chef" contestants in Los Angeles, and the cooking show niche he'd like to fill.
Yes, we've all had good reason to make fun of "America's Next Top Model." Tyra Banks, wiggling her neck in spastic delirium, often seemed one diva snap away from complete insanity. I have rolled my eyes at her bizarre behavior almost as often as I smirked at Andre Leon Talley's man muumuus. But now, having seen the newest player in the reality TV modelympics, I take it all back. Sorry, Tyra. You still crazy, girl, but damn if you're not so bad after all.
This week, Lisa puts on her happy neon pink bra (and under a sheer white shirt, natch), wiggles her nose, and convinces herself that if she thinks happy thoughts and pushes the booze with a side order of man meat, the very civilizing influence of Pimms and a proper British tea party will inspire the hate-spewing harpies on this show to lift their pinkies together over tea sandwiches and make nice. HAHAHAHAHAHA! Yeah… no.
Yes, it's another Extravaganza O' Crazy, and Lisa is unlucky enough to have it all play out at her house. She should be glad that Beverly Hills housewives just bark squeakily at one another like Chihuahuas who've gotten into the Ritalin instead of tossing around tables. That's just a Jersey thing, I guess.