Stumbled across a delightful surprise tonight: Anthony Bourdain posting at Michael Ruhlman’s blog – and yes that’s delightful in and of itself- but also because he’s dishing about about the guilty pleasures of The Next Food Network Star. I’ve also found myself more sucked into this season’s NFNS than previously, and also more than Top Chef, which A.B. is also guest-blogging about (if you can stand Bravo’s everything-but-the-kitchen-sink website design). Aside from Amy’s comeback, my favorite moment this last week: when Flay told Rory he was personally upset at her lack of “respect for the ingredients.” I’m not a Flay fan but I had to agree with his Soprano-esque assessment.
But, back to Bourdain! I especially liked this one:
I LOVE this show! Its brutal (if often accidental) honesty.. its unflinching lifting of the rock and all the naked, wriggly, ugly and needy ambitions it reveals. Magnificent! And Bob Tushman is the Best Reality Show judge EVER. His face pulled, Bush-like, in two directions at once , as he delivers another crushing yet breathtakingly honest assessment of a contestant’s chances for FN success, one can actually see the eternal struggle between the decent human impulse to reward virtue, ability and goodness–and the more pragamatic business of Feeding the FN Beast. You know that look he gets as he deftly smashes the hopes and dreams of yet another wannabe? As the nitrous/ether mix that has taken them this far finally drains out of the contestant’s punctured space suit? You just KNOW Sara Moulton has seen that look.
I made myself a pitcher of Negronis, booted some crystal meth, ordered out for pizza and some take-out uni and setttled in for another exciting week of Slaughterfest.
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