Friends
Don't Let Friends Model Drunk
November
18
Last time, no one was
eliminated at the catwalk, because earlier at the callback challenge,
Mary Alice, completely over Blonde Rachel's lack of a brain, decided to
take her out on the spot. Now only seven remain.
Another day, and we're still
trying to get over the fact that no one was eliminated. No one knows
what's going to happen next. Daniel, meanwhile, gets a note... and a
cake! "Happy Birthday, Daniel!"
"I heard it through the
grapevine that tonight is Daniel's birthday, so I'm treating everyone to
a night on the town! So you're all going to the Republic for a night on
the town!" Andre says we'll get him drunk tonight and drown him later.
Nice.
Happy 24th, Daniel! And
praise be for that, because now everyone gets an excuse to drink their
tails off. And for Aussie Rachael... okay, the other Rachel's gone. I
see no reason for a descriptor. So, we review. And as for Rachael, all
it takes is a flute of wine to get her "a little light-headed." Pace
yourself. Daniel, same to you. Pace yourself.
Waitress leads our intrepid
crew of pretty smart people to a pretty swank happening upstairs. The
swankest part? Open bar.
Oh, by the way, what they
don't know is that this whole party, as if Daniel's 24th birthday
couldn't be cheapened enough, what with it being televised and what not,
is an Edge Challenge. Some of Mary Alice's industry friends are sitting
at the party, and it's up to the models to see if they can keep their
composure long enough to network with them.
I guess I should put a
header here. I think I should.
Edge Challenge: Drunken
Networking
I think I just did.
"Let's see if my models are
smart enough to realize that there's NEVER a night off in Hollywood."
Andre reveals that usually
when he's clubbing, he picks THE hottest lady in the club. "What are the
odds that she's half-Romanian. 'HEY! I'm Romanian too!'" Except that the
last time I checked, he was Russian. Excuse me... "Soviet". Andre,
meanwhile, lets one of the moles know that "he's not an actor and he's
not trying to be one."
Meanwhile, Daniel's wasted.
Brett, though, talks casting with one of the moles. VJ starts to pick up
that there are a LOT of people in the business. "No way are we going to
have a free night. There's something going on." Rachael, though... can't
really sense anything short from the echo in her head. Angela is used to
getting hit on, so when someone grabs her arm, she immediately goes on
the defensive. "I'd rather he just went away." Then again, he's one of
Mary Alice's moles. Another one Pickel gets touchy-feely with. He blames
his Italian-ness.
Angela is directed to the
VIP... where Mary Alice and three moles are waiting for her. Angela,
needless to say, is dumb-shocked. She thought she was told she had the
night off. But if you look at the above text from Mary Alice's note du
jour, never once did she say "night off."
One by one, the rest of the
models are let in on the trick. Everyone pretty much feels betrayed and
embarrassed, especially Rachael, who feels angry, frustrated, and hurt.
Except for Brett. He was on point. So was VJ.
Birthday boy Daniel,
though... not so much. He doesn't network with the purpose. He meets
people who he's genuinely interested in.
Name drop of the episode:
Angela has Ricky Minor's number in her cell phone. Someone's gonna be on
"Don't Forget the Lyrics!" next week!
Overall assessment from VJ:
"Everyone's freaking out about this. Daniel's pissed off. Rachael's
pissed drunk. And I'm like... (^_^)."
Mary Alice wants to talk for
a bit. Rachael says that she doesn't like to be taken advantage of. She
calls this challenge flat-out trickery. That's why Mary Alice was
worried, because she didn't know if Rachael could take life in this
business. Angela says that it's different for a woman in the industry,
because there are so many predators out there, a claim Mary Alice calls
"baloney."
But VJ stole the show
tonight. He wins the Edge. He gets to assign the others time in front of
the camera. Anywhere from 10 minutes to one minute. And VJ gets half an
hour.
Daniel didn't win the show,
so here comes the complaints. "It's unfair. It's his birthday. You have
to kiss my ass. I don't have to kiss your ass, etc."
The tirades continue in the
house. "They turned my birthday into a joke. I'm not sacrificing ME!"
Sleep it off, dude. Sleep it off. This challenge really set it off for
him.
The next morning... It's
noticeably calmer. Everyone's hung over...
Note du jour... "After your
wild night on the town, you're going to spend a quiet day in the
country. Better smile pretty for the camera, because of of you will be
put out to pasture tonight."
Callback Challenge:
Country Photo Shoot
It's been said that the
hardest creatures to work with in Hollywood are kids and animals. We
have no kids, but we have plenty of animals. Mark LeCroix will be
shooting the models for anywhere from half an hour (VJ) to a minute. The
important thing: sell Antik denim. The person who does that the best
will get a callback to the next show.
Now the time...
VJ: 30 minutes
Angela: 10 minutes
Rachael: 8 minutes
Pick-deezy: 6 minutes
Brett: 4 minutes
Andre: 2 minutes
Daniel: 1 minute, one of the smartest models in the house.
Daniel thinks he can do it.
The animals in play are horse, miniature donkey, llama, pygmy goat,
chicken, ostrich, and pig.
VJ wants the horse. Angela
gets the goat. Rachael takes the donkey. Pickel gets the chicken. Brett
has the pig. Andre gets llama-ed, leaving Daniel the ostrich.
Challenge is on. VJ gets the
most time with the most docile animal, and he's using every bit of
whatever he has. Angela works with animals for a living, so this is easy
for her. Rachael should've anticipated more trouble from an ass. Pickel
says the chicken turns out to be a good model... and a good friend.
Brett's pig... can't ... stop... yelling. And then he gets away with two
minutes to go. "Forget it. It's over. I'm done." VJ wants to get on
Andre's bad side. And that's what he does by badmouthing his fiancee.
Daniel has the least amount of time... and even the trainer looks
intimidated by the ostrich.
And, surprise surprise,
Daniel is pissed because he's slighted. VJ defends him. Andre takes it
out on both of them. VJ: "If you can't (^_^)ing receive it, don't take
it!" It goes from there... Pickel tells Andre that they need to keep
breaking him down. Now it's a coalition of Brett, Andre, and Pickel. "VJ,
you're next, buddy."
Now let's get to the
pictures...
VJ showed no emotion. Angela
posed too much. Rachael showed no connection. Pickel... well, it must be
love because it's too weird to be anything else. Chicken was a bad
choice. Brett was scared by the pig. Andre's... NEVER scared. Daniel had
the single-worst photo. VJ and Andre had the best. After suggesting that
VJ befriend Andre (good luck with that), Mary Alice declares Andre the
winner.
Elimination
As a reminder, Andre is the
only one safe tonight. Did Daniel think it was fair that he got a minute
with an ostrich? "I did my best." That's not what we heard!
Meanwhile, singled out for
elimination are Daniel, Angela, and Rachael. Daniel went to Duke (boo)
and is getting his Ph.D. He's book smart, but he's not street smart.
Angela screwed the pooch on her networking, but she lays credit to the
contract she's on right now. Mary Alice: "That's the WORST excuse I've
ever heard." Rachael has no confidence in front of the camera. In the
beginning, she was stronger, but she has since been complacent.
Rachael is given another
chance. She's staying. That leaves Angela and Daniel.
Just because Angela is tall
and thin doesn't mean she can model. She does, though, have the drive.
Daniel hasn't been happy with the challenge, defending himself by
regretting some of his actions. But he should've been an adult about it.
We'll give it to Ben.
"Like involuntary servitude
after the enactment of the 13th Amendment... Daniel, you are abolished."
Nothing left to say except
that his birthday was the beginning of the end. It was almost Angela's
time to go, but she has to remember that she can't be good at
everything.
Six remaining. $100,000 at
stake. Everything's coming together. VJ has a huge target on his back.
He had better watch out. |