Last night, Ugly Betty bowed out and Top Chef worked on some magical grilled cheese sandys.
Evil child not included.
Ugly Betty: DearCrabby
Well, that’s it folks! Ugly Betty is OVER! Last night was the season and series finale and I won’t lie ” I’m going to miss it! The cast was great, this season was one of the best and I’m sorry ABC killed the show. I will give kudos to the writers for wrapping things up nicely despite a couple of things that really made no sense.
Betty has taken the job in London but Daniel is giving her a little trouble about letting her out of her “contract.” Who the hell has an employment contract at her level? And shouldn’t she have checked that out BEFORE taking the job? Anyway, they have a big fight and Claire suggests to Daniel that maybe this is less about letting an assistant go and that perhaps he really has deep feelings for Betty. Daniel doesn’t do anything deep, so I continue to find this story line somewhat silly.
Willie has woken up from a coma due to the gunshot wound, and Claire stops by the hospital to offer Willie money not to say who shot her. No offense, but wouldn’t they have asked that when the ambulance and POLICE showed up to cart her to the hospital? Also, if any of the 50 CSI or Law & Orders have shown us, it’s going to be pretty easy to prove someone tall shot her ” but at the end of the show, Willie saves Tyler’s ass (why is he looking so happy?) by saying she shot herself while cleaning her gun. As if.
Amanda finds out Spencer is her father, Willie gets to be sole editor of Mode as Daniel decides he wants to go find himself, Marc gets more responsibility and finds a way to get back with Tre/Troy/Trevor, Connor is given a new prison cellmate and if he gets info from the guy, Willie can see to it he gets out early (yum!). On the Casa de Suarez side, Betty does go to London and bawls her eyes out while she leaves and Hilda and Bobby decide to move to Manhattan because that’s where you move when neither of you have jobs. Papi is alone but says he’s looking forward to it. At least the show ends before he kills himself.
In London, we see Betty looking chic, having meetings and drinking tea, and basically loving life. When does it ever stay that sunny in London? Anyhoo, she’s walking along checking her phone and bumps into Daniel. He came to London to say goodbye, wish her well, etc. They have a nice talk and when he says he’s looking for his next move, she says she has an assistant job available. Ha! They decide to meet for dinner and Betty heads off to work. The title Ugly Betty shows on the screen, then the “Ugly” fades and it’s just Betty. And yes, I cried at the end, dammit. What’s a girl to do? Damn execs.
Top Chef Masters: J-Mo
What’s up, people? On last night’s episode of Top Chef Masters it was FIVE new chefs duking it out for two spots in the Champion’s Round, a kinda cute chubby fella, a short and forgetful Puerto Rican woman, a bug-eyed clumsy-ass Frenchman (not Ludo-crous LeFebvre, not just yet), a Swedish Ethiopian with giant forehead veins, and a Texan-lesbian (a TexBian?).
The QuickFire was all about saving Magical Elves some money, because the only judge was our Kelly Choi (I hate it when they do this, because how can you really have fair judging when it’s just ONE person’s opinion? Especially if that person is stick-thin enough that I am beginning to suspect that she’s only borrowing the food). Then again, I have to say I trust Bok Choi’s opinion far more than the viewpoints of all five douchetastic members of The Bravery from last week, so I guess it all evens out. Sorta. OH, and the challenge was to make a gourmet grilled cheese sammich. Nobody used any Velveeta, either. Boo.
As for the Elimination Challenge, it was to cater a birthday party for actorman Mekhi Phifer, whom you all might remember from shows like “ER” and “Lie To Me”, but whom I primarily remember from tensely dramatic movies like “High School High” with Jon Lovitz, and comedies such as “Soul Food” with Vanessa L. Williams doing a test run on her future Willie character from “Ugly Betty”. Speaking of which, the challenge was to make gourmet soul food, which, I thought that’s what Church’s was all about, but I guess they were looking for EXTRA-gourmet this time. Honestly, anytime I see somebody doing a “high-brow” version of macaroni & cheese it just seems wrong. Kinda like Mike Huckabee pretending to be human.
And speaking of assholes, an interesting moral dilemma presents itself to the Masters when one of their own is suddenly struck down by a HUGE misfortune and needs help to even have a dish to present at all. I will go off at length about it in the recap (as I am prone to do) because a lot of the time I think that people just plain suck, and this kind of shit just fails to prove me wrong. The results are rather shocking as well. Tune in here in a few days for the recap, and also, I want to wish all my gay brothers and sisters (or the gyrlz and the fellaz, if you prefer) a happy Phoenix Gay Pride Weekend… we’ve got Terri Nunn and Berlin, plus Joan Jett and the Blackhearts coming to rock our shit on Sunday!