SETTED SUN: I know based on my tracking stats how many of you come expecting something on the topic, but I've got nothing significant to say, really, about last night's Joe Millionaire. It was embarassing seeing Melissa M. slut herself about so desperately (and poorly), and, clearly, it's the editors who are the heroes of this enterprise, plucking bits and pieces here and there to restructure Evan's final dates into something entertaining.
Oh, and entertaining it is, but it has nothing to do with the conceit of the show. It's not that Evan Marriot's posing as a millionaire that makes the show fun, it's that he's an inarticulate dolt who thinks with his genitals and, thankfully, always manages to say the first thing that comes to him without thinking about it first.
Like The Amazing Race, yes, this show is structured as a competition, but where it shines is as comedy. Dude doesn't know what "gnocchi" is, and stares at breasts and passing bulldozers with equal admiration. One date faults him for not being "extraneously intellectual", while another comments on how beautiful it was when the sun "setted".
Yep. Thank goodness they didn't call the show "Joe Rhodes Scholar".
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