Alohhhhhhhhhhaaaaa! The tide is high, waves crashing in, and I think we all might just get lei-d this summer, or at least we are up for some good Hawaiigasms thanks to the new Fox drama we have all been waiting for: NORTH SHORE. Welcome to the Grand Waimea hotel everyone — where the beaches are white, the waters crystal blue, and the drama as strong and luscious as the poolside Pina Coladas. Its bound to suck you in like a viscious undercurrent. The faculty, staff and guest clientelle look like they all just strutted off the pages of BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE WEEKLY. From Hottie McHotterson, Jason Matthews, the diplomatic Hawaiian native and hotel guest relations VP, of sorts, to the down-home surf diva bartender MJ, the aesthetic composition of this bunch is hotter than an active volcano.
The lava of lusciousness just kept on flowing as we met Nic Booth, whose character as Jason’s partner will not only please our eyes but keep our TV tastebuds nicely intrigued — and anxiously awaiting her next unpredictable action. I am struggling to figure out if this one’s naughty or nice. She is clearly a brilliant and talented businesswoman, but when it comes to matters of a personal nature this East Coast hottie is a bit of a cold hearted grinchlike godess. However, Vincent, hotel owner and former Sex and the City bachelor, is sure to keep the deep rooted passion of Jason and Nic nicely in check in order to preserve the quality and respectabilty of his fabulous island resort. Needless to say as far as I am concerned I hope he fails because there is no place fo’ respectability or niceness in a FOX drama – or any drama for that matter. Need I remind anyone of MELROSE PLACE?
All this talk of hottness leaves me craving a nice little drip in the pool which brings me to the introduction of the struggling surfer stud and teen lifeguard Gabriel Miller, whose run in with a date rape accuser with a pedaphilia allure left us on the edge of our seats. Well I was on the edge of my seat way before that…for instance, when he was all wet in those cute little board shorts working his blue crush magic. Any youngin who can work the ocean waves and keep the plot line a little choppy is just fine by me.
From poolside paradise to sumptuous sipping alongside Bob Marley-esque bartender Frankie Sean and his partner in crime MJ (who moonlights as a cutie wannabe fashion designer), the character composition is growing ever more potent and is definetly a tall drink of potential scandal to be served on the rocks. Shaken…not stirred.
Overall I have obviously been lured in…sucked in, rather, and quite frankly Monday nights in Hawaii, AKA the Tvgasm offices, tuning into North Shore is what I will be doing with my fine feathered friends. Granted, it needs a little tweaking- those recurrent fade outs from lone shots of peeps standing aimlessly on the beach to sudden black left me wondering if a tsunami came in and blew the island away. And sometimes the funky shots and cuts left me a little sea sick and wanting to wash down a little dramamine, which is never a nice addition to a TVland vacation. Other than that, I am grabbing my surfboard, tanning oil and itsy bitsy tiny weiny yellow polka dot bikini on Monday nights this summer whereby I will bask in the sunlight of sensual and saucy stories of the North Shore. Its a New day….and I have Paddled Out!