Despite the whiny, miserable people involved, I’m loving Wickedly Perfect. This week’s showdown involves synchronized swimmers! I will say for a bunch of would-be lifestyle mavens, their menu planning sucks - serving both lamb and lobster with white wine? or deviled eggs with red wine?
UPDATE: I should maybe expand a little bit, given that many readers won’t see the appeal of the show in the first place. If you’re going to be stuck with the reality genre, I see as a welcome development the emergence of shows (like The Runway and, yes, Wickedly Perfect) where some talent or ability is at stake, not simply “gaming” of player psychodynamics or ersatz “tests” a la The Apprentice. And, frankly, I enjoy entertaining and enjoy watching how others entertain.
My big complaint about the show is that it seems to want to appeal to those who like food, decoration, and entertaining and want to watch a show about that, and those who could care less about said things but really want some bitchy, campy slugfest to find the next Martha Stewart. Accordingly, the producers give heavy edit time to the psychodynamics between players and ignore things like the actual menu of what’s served. But the players aren’t very interesting even by reality TV standards, and Joan Lunden’s presence keeps it from being a Fox campfest. So the show falls between two stools and fails to generate ratings.
As Bobby Flay put it in his appraisal of the Artisans, “If you’re going to do French, do French. Don’t cutesy it up with abrorio rice or such nonsense. That just shows you can’t make up your mind. If you try to please everybody, you please no one.”
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