Last night on "Face Off" our artists were teamed in twos and were charged with making an aquatic style character that could actually survive immersion in water. Two shows in and the contestants still don't have much personality except between "bitchy" and "less bitchy." Supposedly most of these folks have worked in the field so I'm surprised they had so much trouble figuring out what would and would not work underwater. The worst was the Turtle figure made up by the two dudes who hate each other the most. I can easily hate them both for being prima donnas specially the one guy sporting the salvadore dali stache. So I was happy that the paint started washing off from the get go. I was less happy to see the model almost drown as the head piece seemed to get in the way of him being able to see and catch a breath when he reached the surface.
Note to syfy: Try not to get anyone killed, kay?
Other than that the episode was mostly a snooze. Shame I want to like this show more.
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Face Off
Last night was the new season of SyFy's show "Face Off." It's a reality competition where make up artist compete for money and free supplies. I was fairly amused by its first season so I'll keep an eye out. It begins just as it did last year with a brief introduction followed by an instant "surprise" contest. I was annoyed some of the contestant pretended to be surprised it was happening. What you didn't watch the first season? Please.
The main competition for the night was do their version of the characters in "The Wizard of Oz." Frankly, I was disappointed by both teams attempts. I understand that most of them come from a background of working with horror movies, but really it's from a kid's book. I think they could have gone a more fantastical version. Who knows maybe even trade up genders. Have a tin woodsgirl against a wicked warlock. Something like that.
Oh well, it was good enough reality tv. I perfer reality shows like this where folks are actually making something even if it's only a mess.
The main competition for the night was do their version of the characters in "The Wizard of Oz." Frankly, I was disappointed by both teams attempts. I understand that most of them come from a background of working with horror movies, but really it's from a kid's book. I think they could have gone a more fantastical version. Who knows maybe even trade up genders. Have a tin woodsgirl against a wicked warlock. Something like that.
Oh well, it was good enough reality tv. I perfer reality shows like this where folks are actually making something even if it's only a mess.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Mr. Shouty has a Trombonesis
As you can tell I love cooking shows. It's reality TV in which you can actually learn something. Well, almost. Then there is Hell's Kitchen starring Mr. Shouty. Now Mr. Shouty is a good chef and in some of his BBC shows can often appear sane. On Hell's Kitchen, though, he's like a rabid cockeral who swears like a drunken sailor.
The show itself is always the same. Even when they do something different, it is always the same. It's like "Groundhog's Day," with swearing. You get a bunch of punters who are mix of the credible and incredible and you immediately start breaking them down. I don't think anything could hurt a cook's ego more than chef ramsey mcshouty puking up your "signature" dish into the close at hand garbage can. Then there is the traditional wake them up at 3 in the morning in a loud "Wacky" way (this time it was Japanese drummers), then there is the kitchen itself which must be 3000 degrees and dispite the open floorplan is as clastrophobic as the pit. No one wonder the show feels like boot camp with risotto.
Let's not even talk about the prize. Riiight, like Ramsey is actually going to let any of these knobs actually run his restuarants. A job title and a salary is not the same thing folks. And why you'd want to do this I don't know.
So why do I watch? Well I admit to slowing down watching the car accident. This year's prime boob is the big, fat guy who wheezes like a garbage truck, drinks too much and then does "karate." Watching him and "Lil Miss Ghetto" perform is a hoot. They are so badly good that Ramsey has had the chance to boot them both out already but has wisely passed on it (the show is NOT fair as to who gets the boot each week.) But, there's another reason. I do think the show is teaching something of importance. All the other cooking shows are graceful arty affairs. Oh look at me, I turned a ham into a butterfly with a fragrent nutty sauce. What Hell's Kitchen teaches ultimately is not art but consistency. It's tough as hell to come out with the perfect risotto THIRTY TIMES a night. Learning that is truly something awesome.
The show itself is always the same. Even when they do something different, it is always the same. It's like "Groundhog's Day," with swearing. You get a bunch of punters who are mix of the credible and incredible and you immediately start breaking them down. I don't think anything could hurt a cook's ego more than chef ramsey mcshouty puking up your "signature" dish into the close at hand garbage can. Then there is the traditional wake them up at 3 in the morning in a loud "Wacky" way (this time it was Japanese drummers), then there is the kitchen itself which must be 3000 degrees and dispite the open floorplan is as clastrophobic as the pit. No one wonder the show feels like boot camp with risotto.
Let's not even talk about the prize. Riiight, like Ramsey is actually going to let any of these knobs actually run his restuarants. A job title and a salary is not the same thing folks. And why you'd want to do this I don't know.
So why do I watch? Well I admit to slowing down watching the car accident. This year's prime boob is the big, fat guy who wheezes like a garbage truck, drinks too much and then does "karate." Watching him and "Lil Miss Ghetto" perform is a hoot. They are so badly good that Ramsey has had the chance to boot them both out already but has wisely passed on it (the show is NOT fair as to who gets the boot each week.) But, there's another reason. I do think the show is teaching something of importance. All the other cooking shows are graceful arty affairs. Oh look at me, I turned a ham into a butterfly with a fragrent nutty sauce. What Hell's Kitchen teaches ultimately is not art but consistency. It's tough as hell to come out with the perfect risotto THIRTY TIMES a night. Learning that is truly something awesome.
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