Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Fuck Me Dead... o.O
Just when you think you’ve seen the worst of them, you’re proven wrong.
MTV, whose name is becoming more and more of a misnomer with every passing day as they continue to flood the channel with more brainless reality shows and features rather than music as it was originally intended, just outdid itself in certifiable idiocy with a show called “My Own (insert name of effing celebrity you want to fuck the brains out of here).”
I’ve had thedispleasure of seeing the episode of a college coed maniacally obsessed with Justin Timberlake and who was looking for her own shabby version. Yep, that’s the basic framework of the program. Some crazy fanatic searches and settles for a wannabe because well, there’s simply no hope in hell to get the real thing. The funniest bit about it is that none of the potential wannabes come even close to a mudpost modeled after the desired celeb. Heck, the six guys who were competing to become the crazy girl’s own Justin for instance all looked every kind of wrong.
But hey, there’s a silver lining to the nimbu-cumulus cloud, the boys were made to make total buffoons of themselves imitating Justin through funny-as-hell signing and dancing lessons especially for the last three standing who had to act out a Justin video complete with props, ridiculous affectations and such.
Now that’s entertainment if I’ve ever seen one. Never mind the ten IQ points or so that I lost in half an hour.
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MTV, whose name is becoming more and more of a misnomer with every passing day as they continue to flood the channel with more brainless reality shows and features rather than music as it was originally intended, just outdid itself in certifiable idiocy with a show called “My Own (insert name of effing celebrity you want to fuck the brains out of here).”
I’ve had the
But hey, there’s a silver lining to the nimbu-cumulus cloud, the boys were made to make total buffoons of themselves imitating Justin through funny-as-hell signing and dancing lessons especially for the last three standing who had to act out a Justin video complete with props, ridiculous affectations and such.
Now that’s entertainment if I’ve ever seen one. Never mind the ten IQ points or so that I lost in half an hour.
