Picture this: It’s been a long evening filled with reality twists and turns -- Tribe Foa Foa finally wins its first immunity challenge on “Survivor” and models are sent going down the “Runway” in ensembles that cause Heidi & Co. to use phrases such as “pirate wench” and “Oktoberfest.”
Need I even mention the promo video for the “She by Sheree” fashion line on “The Real Housewives of Atlanta"?
I feel that I must.
“The Girls Next Door” has always been the television equivalent of candy -- fluffy and sweet and full of empty calories. But last night’s premiere with the “new” girls left me feeling like I should cut down on my sugar intake.
This season of “The Biggest Loser” involves more strategy than getting “Paranormal Activity” to come to your city. (And by “strategy,” I don’t mean creative calorie counting.)
While many of you have argued in your comments that, at the end of the day, “Loser” is “just a game show,” I beg to differ. That’s like saying “Moment of Truth” was “just a game show.” Believe me, as someone who won a Prius and some fancy spa stuff (mainly due to smoking some other contestants in the “Britney or Whitney?” round on “Temptation”), I know game shows.
And “The Biggest Loser” is no game show.
It’s good to see that there are some reality stars who still rely on hard work and likability to propel them further along in the game. (And I’m definitely not referring to little Charlie from this week’s “Toddlers and Tiaras.”) I’m speaking of Russell on “Survivor” (black attorney Russell, not to be confused with white lying SOB Russell.)
Want a good scare this Halloween? Well, start by thinking about how many hours are gonna be lost each week now that “So You Think You Can Dance” is back in its full bedazzled glory.
It’s no secret that the dance shows are not my favorite reality subgenre. There’s just not enough backstabbing, drunkenness or fat people.
You may be surprised to discover that my favorite reality shows are actually the ones dealing with the paranormal.
That’s right; I said it.
