So here we are. Week seven. Do you care about any of these goblins? Are you rooting for anyone? I’m not, and I don’t. This has been one of the weakest seasons of Project Runway to date, wouldn’t you say? Still, it’s pretty entertaining television, and the judges are a three ring circus unto themselves. Tonight the design goblins will be working in groups again, and that’s always a recipe for friendly cooperation and smiles.
No it’s not, but I don’t really need to explain that to you because you’ve seen it all before, and this season is shuffling along its predetermined path like an obedient automaton in a chiffon robe. The breakdowns are becoming more epic, the bitchery more spectacular.
Gay Ryan Reynolds seems to be the star of tonight’s melodrama pageant. I regret ever crushing on this man. He has proven to be shallow, vapid and cruel (and not nearly talented enough to justify any of his diva behavior). Like a poisonous onion, GRR’s stinky, toxic layers will continue to be peeled back, and our opinion of him will sink and sink, episode by episode, until his time on Project Runway is over. I hope you’re drunk. We’ll get through this somehow.
