That sound you heard last night at about 10:30 Eastern time was me blasting out a bellowing laugh and yelling, "Suck it, you entitled, arrogant dingrod!" Keith's well-deserved ejection from the show was so satisfying, I needed a cigarette -- and I don't even smoke. Take your duck lips and your never-been-combed hair and get the hell off my TV, Keith! Say hello to your "good mommy" for me -- and ask her if she raised you to be a slimy cheat.
Honestly, the competition itself was almost secondary to Keith being kicked off. After I quit giggling and noticed that the designers were back in the workroom, I was like, 'Oh, yeah, they still have to make outfits and stuff. Huh.'
If you ever listen to Tim Gunn's blog on iTunes, you'll notice that he frequently applies the interjection "J'Accuse!" whenever someone is called on their bullshit. Last week, Heidi had a glorious "J'Accuse!" moment when Keith said his dog was styled and Heidi responded, "The dog has been accessorized," her lovely eyes narrowing. And this week?
J'Accuse! (Which, in this case, is French for "Busted!") Honestly, how blatant is that? The sneaking out during production and using the Internet was bad enough, but actually having how-to books in his room where everyone can see -- and photograph -- them? If it were anyone else, I'd say that they wanted to be caught and were trapped in this vortex of self-loathing, but with Keith, I think he wanted to see just how much he could get away with. And how is it that even his apology to his fellow competitors was all shifty and passive-aggressive?
Look at that body language. Bradley and Robert ain't having none of it. Wait, why am I able to see Keith's hipbone? Pull your shirt down and your shorts up, you tosser; some people might be trying to eat a late dinner!
Speaking of Bradley and Robert, I was extremely relieved that both of them were still in. Robert, because I think he's extremely talented, and Bradley, because that little doobie brother is really growing on me. "I'm like a squid without an ocean." That is so random, it's awesome. I think Bradley has a fair amount of talent; he just needs better organization and time management skills and a dose of confidence.
I'm not surprised that Bonnie was auf'd, considering how dowdy her team's outfit was. One thing that did surprise me was the disdain the judges heaped on the brown pants. Wait, what? Didn't I spend all last year hearing that chocolate brown was the new black? Make up your goddamn minds, people!!
Let us now pay our respects for what could have been.
Okay, if you'd told me, "The winning team was composed of Laura and Michael..." I'd totally nod my head, 'cause they're both very talented and form a formidable (and rather sweet) team. But at the next words, "... and Angela," you'd hear an incoherent "Eh?" And then when you said, "Angela was the team leader and they won using her design," all I'd be capable of was a two-syllable "Eh-eh?"
I hope Angela recognizes that Laura and Michael's taste and restraint are what got her that win. Her plan to festoon her outfit with rosettes would have yielded another bag-of-Skittles horror, and I'm still not sold on the whole short jacket concept that she's so fond of. So let's think about this: Robert has not won a challenge yet (well, not with his own design; I'm not counting the Miss USA tag-team win). Michael has not won a challenge yet. Neither Laura nor Jeffrey have won a single challenge. But Angela now has a win under her belt. That's just... a rosette-covered pile of poo.
[All photos cribbed from the Project Runway site. Please don't sue me.]
Impressive blog! -Arron
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