It's been a full seven days of bliss for television viewers since punk grrl Frankie stepped on a plane to Kansas, leaving the bouncy roommates of The Real World: San Diego one person short in the household. With six weeks left of taping and a seemingly utopian environment setting in, Bunim/Murray realized they had to stir the pot. And so began The Real World's version of American Idol. Three lucky contestants were chosen to run the gauntlet of difficult questions that only a group of great thinkers like Brad, Randy, Cameran, and Robin could conceive. "So, uh, how you doing?"
Before we got to the fun part, we made an annoying pitstop in the latest quagmire of bland drama between Brad and his hometown honey, Andrea. Apparently their relationship is still strained and still built on nagging. Memo to Bunim/Murray: we've seen this before so many times, and it's never ever been interesting. It wasn't interesting with Dan in Miami. It wasn't interesting with Nathan in Seattle. It wasn't interesting with Danny in New Orleans. It wasn't interesting with Kyle and Tanya in Chicago. It wasn't interesting with Irulan and Arissa in Las Vegas. It wasn't interesting with Ace in Paris. And finally, it's certainly not interesting in San Diego with Brad (and previously Frankie too). This storyline does not improve with age or location. It is universally sucky. No one cares about this disembodied person complaining on the phone. Go away!
The next morning a random courier delivered news that the house was getting a new roommate. The girls could not contain their excitement as they burst into squeals whenever Ja tried to read the news. I've never seen someone so excited to hear a definite article. The cast tried to guess if it would be a boy or a girl to waltz in. Brad postulated that it might be an ape that would run around and tear shit up. I sort of don't think he was joking. "We already have one, Brad. Look in the mirror," zinged Cameran. Give it up for the Southern Belle! Sadly, while everyone laughed, Brad actually looked in the mirror and reported that he saw no simian creatures.
Without a moment to spare, our first bachelor arrived at the mansion. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Bobby. Dressed in a blue sleeveless T and sporting a styled fro, Bobby looked like he was about to reshoot Lenny Kravitz's video for "Again." Too bad that song is about four years old and Lenny's straightened his locks since then. Bobby burst into the Real World house full of energy and lame jokes. He suavely broke the ice with a nifty "It smells like fish in here" line, that was followed up with a meek and pathetic "You know, because we're so close to the ocean..." I kinda was hoping for a little "Is this thing on? Tough crowd..."
This guy had actor written all over him. In fact, "Real World" is most likely on his headshot now. As Bobby settled in with his potential new castmates, Brad noted that he had a "unique style", which was probably a euphemism for gay. No disrespect, but the TVgasm offices are in the heart of West Hollywood, and as far as we can tell, the love affair between WeHo and sleeveless T's is as strong as ever. Anyway, Bobby commented that he's originally from Riverside, CA, aka the birthplace of Julie Cooper on The OC. Yes, I know I just referred to a fictional person as if she were real, but the point is that Riverside should not have been Bobby's selling point.
Next up was Brad, the chilled out guy from Wisconsin who sort of reminded us all of Kyle from Chicago. He seemed cool enough, and all the roommates liked him, but San Diego Brad had a major beef. You see, if he's Brad and the new guy is Brad then... well, that's confusing! Two Brads! I mean, this is crazy talk!
The problem for bushy eyebrow Brad was clearly very personal. His brain works hard enough already when people call his name. Imagine how taxed it will be if someone refers to a different Brad, and he has to parse the context and direction of the comment? No way, dude. Robin was unswayed by Brad's semantic issues, and she and her breasts proceeded to give new Brad a guided tour of the house and her bedroom. This guy seemed like a lock for sure.
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Comments (4)
I was so confused by Jamie's many shrieks and hugs for this guy. You would have thought he was the one from Riverside.
1 of 4 | Posted by Leah3t | Posted on June 9, 2004 11:21 AM
did you hear cam refer to charlie as 'little rand' when they were voting? chaz and rand are like brothers. both chill and both with a nice hair do.
2 of 4 | Posted by g4 | Posted on June 10, 2004 6:23 AM
Gotta wonder about guys whose hair inspiration is Paige Davis on Trading Spaces.
3 of 4 | Posted by b-side | Posted on June 10, 2004 9:56 AM
I really didn't like Bobby. He tried way too hard. He looked like Lenny Kravitz and acted like Wayne Brady.
4 of 4 | Posted by Joey | Posted on June 10, 2004 1:54 PM