I love this show a lot, so it can't really do bad by me. However, will someone please fire Ms. Rhea's stylist? I beg you. There was NOTHING flattering on her last night. Even the sunglasses lopped on top of her head (on multiple days) looked wrong.
The beginning scenes had her in an awkwardly too-tight and too-revealing jacket. I do not reside in the Land of the Little Chests myself, so I can understand the difficulty a stylist has in adorning Caroline Rhea but I do believe we can do a little better than that. The pink trenchcoat was too poufy and WAY too long for her body. And will someone please explain the reasoning behind the SEAFOAM GREEN SWEATER?! (I originally remembered it as yellow, Elizabeth corrected me.)
I guess I can just be happy that noone has put her back in a shrug sweater *yet*. Oh, one redeeming value! I loved her skirt in the opening scenes. White with brown floral flared knee-length, very nice.
Synopsis:
They sent in videos of themselves or stood in line for hours to meet a casting director at an open casting call (let's remind ourselves that I stood in one of those exact lines for this particular season), these contestants then received the phone call from 3BallProductions they had made the first cut. Some met once again with casting directors for a one-on-one interview. They then proceeded to make a 10 minute video about themselves, and fill out forms for an extensive backround search. After another round of cuts the contestants are flown to California to meet with casting directors and have a video-taped interview.
Caught up? K.
After doing all that 50 people were told to pack their bags because they were going to be on The Biggest Loser!
EPISODE ONE:
50 contestants, 2 trainers, one horribly dressed hostess.
Each contestant wore a shirt with their home state proclaimed across their chest. After an entertaining--in a fat and seminaked sort of way--montage of application videos, and mini interviews with selective contestants, the show got underway. MyTrainerBob (formerly known as MyBoyfriendBob) was welcomed on screen and introduced a freakishly muscular and thin blonde with huge breast implants, Susannah's worst nightmare, no wait! The new trainer, Kim.
Immediately the contestants began the first workout. A test of sorts, to show who really 'wanted it', who had the 'passion', who had the 'drive'? Ok, let's be honest. A test to see who were the token characters. Beauty Queen? Check. ChickWithAnAttitude? check. Black guy? check, check. Crazy Mormon Housewife? check. Gay guy? check. ("black and gay--they're killing two birds with one stone" -Elizabeth)
From these 50 contestants MyTrainerBob and InappropriateNicknameKim chose 14 people. Seven people for the red team (including Crazy Mormon Housewife and Beauty Queen) and seven people for the blue team.
The other 36 people were left standing, crying, in the field as the 14 contestants-now decorated in their appropriate colored team shirt-marched past, toward their new home for 3+ months. Hostess Caroline Rhea gathered the wounded leftovers like chicks under her wing (not a reference to the horrible sweater later worn, though applicable) and let them in on her little secret: They weren't going home just yet! No, these non-contestants were given the consolation prize of a membership to The Biggest Loser Club (a website), a DVD of The Biggest Loser Workout, and a copy of The Biggest Loser book. Yay for them! They were also told that this was not the end for them. No, no. Instead of resisting temptations in private, on a ranch of fellow contestants, they were now going to have the citizens of their home state watching their every move. Yes, the leftover 36 are still in the running! They will be updated on the NBC website from time to time with their accomplishments. At the end of the season the two people from that lot who have the biggest percentage of weight loss will be welcomed back...something like that...Elizabeth and I were too busy laughing our heads off at Caroline Rhea's outfits and the fact that the prize is Jell-O money ("the Jell-O $250,000 grand prize!") to really pay attention to this part.
My favorite part of the opening episode is the weigh-in, though I had to suffer through Elizabeth saying "man boobies" on more than one occasion. It is good to see that every single person on this season is big. In past seasons there were at least a few who were a lot smaller than everyone else. I think the show is boring unless they're over 200 lbs. Who wants to see some skinny chick running around? Go watch Fear Factor.
After their initial weigh-in, all of the contestants as well as the two trainers had a giant slumber party of sorts on the floor of the gym, in brand new sleeping bags. Doesn't sound all that fun to me.
The next morning they were met with a rousing workout planned for them. A lot of vomiting ensued.
Blahdy blahdy blah. The workouts and the whining and the tears. You know the story.
During the big second weigh-in I was staring at the legs of the female contestants. Why do I admit such things? haha. No, but really, I was. I was comparing my legs to those of the contestants. My sisters have gorgeous legs and I, however, have what I fondly refer to as "thunder calves". (I'm sweet like that.) I am lucky in that my very long legs are quite strong. I am a weakling when it comes to upperbody strength. If I was ever in a fight I would have to alternate between ducking and kicking.
Wow, I get off the point so easily.
Ok, so I was staring at the chicks legs, comparing myself to them. I came to the conclusion that Amy (aka Maryland) and I are the most alike. I have more of a waist than her, and I am 3 inches taller, but she was the closest one. She is now the person I am rooting for. Go Amy!
The Crazy Mormon Housewife freaked out and started screaming at the Beauty Queen for not giving 100% in her workouts and for only losing 8 lbs. (Dear Crazy Mormon Housewife, you lost 9. Get off your high horse.) As a team the Reds voted off the annoying whiny Beauty Queen.
It's going to be a great season. Have I mentioned how much I love MyTrainerBob?! (even with his mullethawk)
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Other fun moment of the night: I taught my 23-month-old nephew Luke to say "chillin' like a villain." Which he now adds to his phrases of "Oh my heck" and "Auntie, lets watch George Duran." ...My work here is done.
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