Monday night’s episode of Real Housewives of Orange County got me thinking – if you look carefully, you can spy lots of designer handbag goodies in a ton of different Bravo shows, not just on …
I’ve always been a big fan of Bethenny Frankel, the sometimes-controversial former star of Real Housewives of New York who parlayed her reality TV fame into a booze-for-girls brand that she sold for a reported …
I’m having trouble coming up with words to describe last night’s second installment of the Real Housewives of New York Reunion other than “shouty” and “annoying,” which probably gives you a pretty good indication of how things went, even if you didn’t watch the show yourself. And if you didn’t, mazel tov. You’re smarter than we are.
I didn’t hate this season of Real Housewives as much as some of you did, but the reunions have really worn me down. I couldn’t be more pleased that we’re only getting one episode of Housewives per week until the Beverly Hills ladies return in early September, because it’s starting to feel like Bravo’s beating a dead horse. We need a break, or at least I do. (more…)
Well, last night’s Real Housewives of New York Reunion was a shouty, ridiculous mess, just like we all knew it would be. It was so shouty and ridiculous, in fact, that it made Andy Cohen actually have a momentary meltdown and swear at all of our cast members, who still took several seconds to stop yelling at each other and realize that they were about to break Andy’s brain.
You guys asked for a recap, so here we are. But as you might imagine, it’s nearly impossibly to write a narrative recap of 90 minutes of non-narrative bitching and finger-pointing, so we’re doing this one in numbered points. Here’s what I found entertaining last night. (more…)
And so, it was over. T.S. Eliot was right, things ended with not with a bang but with a wimper on last night’s episode of Real Housewives of New York. And that’s how it usually goes with Real Housewives, unless we’re talking about our beloved Jersey broads, who prefer to end their seasons by burning things down.
On our grand pregnancy cruise last night, Ramona actually went the entire episode without drinking any pinot grigio, but the rest of the cast made up for her. Maybe they should always get ripped before they shoot, because most of the episode was actually kind of fun. (more…)
Let’s just get this out of the way now, before we commence with this week’s recap of Real Housewives of New York, ok? I really don’t like LuAnn. At all. I really, truly don’t like her, not even in a Camille Grammer, I-love-her-because-she’s-so-entertaining way. I just think she’s awful and she makes my upper lip do this weird, involuntary snarl-y thing, and this recap reflects that opinion. So, you know, you’ve been warned.
Ok! Now that we’ve addressed that, let’s get on with it. Last night’s episode was actually pretty entertaining, compared to what Bravo has been giving us recently, although that’s faint praise if ever I’ve given it. But somehow, enough happened to make me write 2200+ words between last night and this morning, so think of this as your regular recap, but with 25% extra for free! (more…)
Do we really even need to talk about last night’s episode of Real Housewives of New York? It was another filler episode of stuff that didn’t advance the season’s plot at all, but Bravo threw in some pasties (not on a Housewife, thank you sweet baby Jesus) and a song-and-dance routine to keep us watching. Sadly, that only took up a few minutes.
We also revisited a few of the mother-daughter story lines from last week’s show and got another visit from the utterly delightful Chris March, but even that couldn’t save last night’s stinker of an episode. But let’s have a recap anyway, because I’m contractually obligated! Don’t worry, I threw in a couple of jokes. (more…)
Ladies! It’s always the long weekend. In fact, this recap of Real Housewives of New York is the only thing that stands between me and three days of doing positively nothing, except maybe going down to the water to watch the fireworks on Monday. I’m not really an outdoor girl, but I do love the boozing and Netflixing potential of an extra day off.
On last night’s episode, there was plenty of boozing but little to no Netflixing, which was only unfortunate because watching Kelly or Ramona watch Netflix might actually be more interesting than listening to people argue over whether or not Simon is a cyberbully without any of them ever bothering to explain what it was that Simon actually said to them. At least we got a couple of parties and a Blackberry in a toilet for our trouble. (more…)
On last night’s episode of Real Housewives of New York, it was party time! Party time for the cast, anyway. Not so much for the viewers, although the episode was better than last week’s snoozefest. We visited not one, not two, but three birthday parties, two of which were for teenagers and the other of which was for Jill, who is kind of like an emotional teenager in a lot of ways.
The episode involved less drama than one would assume would happen in three Housewives parties, and it felt sort of like the last couple of episodes of Real Housewives of Miami; did Bravo know that this isn’t prime footage and smash it all into one episode? Perhaps. And perhaps it wasn’t a bad decision. I’d rather see one fast-paced, reasonably entertaining episode than two or three slow, boring ones. (more…)
Last night’s episode of Real Housewives of New York was a whole lot of awkwardness and boringness and nothingness wrapped into an hour of ill-advised television. Bravo, listen to me and listen good: We don’t want to know anything about our Housewives’ sex lives. We’d prefer to think that they’re all smooth like Barbies below the waist. Please take that into consideration for future seasons.
The episode did have one redeeming element, which was the screaming match between LuAnn and Alex that took up the last ten minutes of the show. Unfortunately, it took us 50 minutes to get there, and it’s going to take us approximately 1500 words to do the same, after the jump. (more…)
I don’t know about you guys, but I’m feeling a little conflicted about last night’s episode of Real Housewives of New York. It was an extra fifteen minutes long, which adds on an extra hour of recap-writing for me, which makes me rather cross. If that fifteen minutes had been put to good use to give us something fantastic, that might have been ok, but it seemed as though there was fifteen minutes of filler that could have been removed – the palace tour, the cooking lesson, the visit to the pool hall with the boys.
The episode felt bloated, but in between the aforementioned nonsense, some interesting stuff happened. Kelly nearly fell off the deep end again in frustration with Alex, but through various miracles of medicine and pharmacology, was able to maintain her sanity. LuAnn maybe sabotaged the blondes to look like jerks by not informing them of a planned meal. Jill got into a vicious fight with a small-barrel curling iron. There was fun to be had, if you looked hard enough. (more…)
Last night’s Real Housewives of New York was kind of lame, wasn’t it? Compared to the absolute disaster zone that we got last week, it was filled with relatively little xenophobia, racism and cultural cluelessness, which made it better, in the sense that it wasn’t so mind-bendingly awful to watch, but also made it worse, in the sense that all of those negative qualities I listed make for pretty great television.
So we scored points for humanity but not entertainment, and our Housewives showed us that they’re little more than middle schoolers trying to save seats on the bus so that people will like them. Also, Sonja’s pretty sure that some sort of peril is going to befall her before she leaves Morocco, and for the sake of everyone, I hope that doesn’t happen. We’d never hear the end of the I-told-you-sos. (more…)