The Cut, a.k.a. “The ApProjectRunWickedlyPerfecTice” - 
by Guest Columnist
[Doing guest coverage of The Cut is sg-dub. You can read his blog at http://weakisht.blogspot.com/.]
Let me first say that yes, I know that almost every new reality show is merely derivative of past reality shows. I’m cool with that, as long as they are well done. Even before seeing one second of Tommy Hilfiger’s new summer show on CBS, I thought it was a blatant rip-off of one of the best shows to premiere in a while – last year’s “Project Runway” on Bravo. I loved Runway; the originality of the show AND of those involved and I never knew why NBC (which owns Bravo) never gave it a shot. What I didn’t expect was how Apprenticey The Cut would be. Not only were many of the sweeping Midtown Manhattan camera shots exactly the same as we’ve seen before, but he mentioned his industry was worth “billions,” the dubbing was equally atrocious, and he feigned the same phony over-the-top disgust with the show’s hopefuls. Finally, not wanting to be outdone by The Donald’s infamous hairdo, The Tommy is rocking a hair part that has only been previously equaled by God at the Red Sea back in the day.
The show opened with Hilfiger explaining to us just how famous he is. “If you’ve ever opened any newspaper, watched TV, or looked at a magazine, you know who I am.” I sort of doubted that, so I called my dad who has certainly done all three every day of his adult life and asked him. “Hey Dad, how ‘bout that Tommy Hilfiger?”
“Who’s that, did the Eagles draft him or something?”
“No, but thanks, I’ve gotta go get back to the TV.”
“Ok son, your mom and I love – *CLICK*”
Sorry pops, it was time to meet TV’s newest batch of reality whores, and you never loved me like my TV loves me anyway. (Wow, that sounds awful upon edit.) After Tommy blabbered about his rags to riches story (unlike his daughter Allie’s own reality show, “Rich Girls,” on which she blabbered about her riches to richer riches story) we began meeting the contestants. Flamboyant gay dude, check. Neck bobbing, finger pointing black woman with attitude, check. Snobby uptown bitch, check. Latino, check. Wacky artsy woman, check. Old white guy who takes his shit waaaaaay too seriously, check. Driven career woman, check. Scruffy tough guy, check. A bunch of milquetoast average to above average looking white people, check. Former beauty queen, check. Romber, hey CBS – you forgot someone! For shame.
Tommy critiqued a few of the outfits the gang chose to wear and reminded them all about first impressions. At this point, it would be fruitless to run through all 16 fashionistas, so I’ll spare you. Tommy chose St Louis housewife and mother Julie as one of the most stylish, as well as Brooklyn artist and baby’s daddy five times over, Rob. Rob paints “art” on his clothes just like that freaky girl who loved Morrissey back in 9th grade French class did, but Tommy thinks that’s cool now, apparently.
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