Life in Taradise
As I mentioned last week, Taradise on E! is probably the most consistently entertaining show on television right now. Well except for Entourage. Nonetheless, I've yet to get tired of watching Tara bumble through exotic locations proclaiming them the greatest place she's ever been in her whole life and describing every club she goes to as "so full of life". My biggest hope is that when the first season comes out on DVD, E! is smart enough to include tons of behind the scenes and "after hours" footage.
I'd like to see Tara throwing up in a Greek fountain, or trying to score coke off a bouncer. Scenes of her waking up in her clothes from the night before, farting on herself and then demanding an omelet and a bloody mary would be hilarious. Maybe even some sort of quiz-show type deal where she's asked lots of questions about the history and culture of the places she's traveled. Remember when Shaq went to Greece for some international basketball tournament? They asked him if he visited the Parthenon, and he said "I don't remember the names of all the clubs we went to over there."
Last night I watched the Mykonos episode. Fairly uneventful except for one huge highlight. Tara and the gang ran into That Guy Who Played Urkel and his buddy from the Kansas City Chiefs Freddie "FredEx" Mitchell. Tara kept talking about Freddie and Urkel like they were some unstoppable pair of party super-hero's. And I suppose they were. I guess Urkel has resigned himself to being Urkel for the rest of his life and accepted that if he rolls with it, he can pretty much fuck around for the next fifty years and no one will really care. Urkel don't need no day job. FredEx seems to be his buddy, and for an NFL player shows a remarkable lack of ability to be cool. I once saw LaVar Arrington at a club in DC and he knew how to party. Groupies, champagne, a posse, intimidation; the whole deal. Freddie was acting like a closeted frat-guy freshman looking to score with a TV nerd. Not even Tara was feelin' it; and she's a strung out, C-list, "actress". You think girls like her don't throw themselves at any NFL player they can get within 100 yards of?
Anyway, as good as this show is without some tweaks it should soon loose its luster. They need to go ahead and accept the train wreck factor and play it for as long as they can. They need a smarmy producer off-camera to egg her on, slip X into her drink, challenge her to crazy dares and feed her completely false information by the truck load. "The Pyramids were built in the 1850's by Mexicans who had come to Egypt hoping to free the slaves from the mythical sea monsters" I promise she won't catch on.
I gotta go. I obviously think about shit like this too much.
I'd like to see Tara throwing up in a Greek fountain, or trying to score coke off a bouncer. Scenes of her waking up in her clothes from the night before, farting on herself and then demanding an omelet and a bloody mary would be hilarious. Maybe even some sort of quiz-show type deal where she's asked lots of questions about the history and culture of the places she's traveled. Remember when Shaq went to Greece for some international basketball tournament? They asked him if he visited the Parthenon, and he said "I don't remember the names of all the clubs we went to over there."
Last night I watched the Mykonos episode. Fairly uneventful except for one huge highlight. Tara and the gang ran into That Guy Who Played Urkel and his buddy from the Kansas City Chiefs Freddie "FredEx" Mitchell. Tara kept talking about Freddie and Urkel like they were some unstoppable pair of party super-hero's. And I suppose they were. I guess Urkel has resigned himself to being Urkel for the rest of his life and accepted that if he rolls with it, he can pretty much fuck around for the next fifty years and no one will really care. Urkel don't need no day job. FredEx seems to be his buddy, and for an NFL player shows a remarkable lack of ability to be cool. I once saw LaVar Arrington at a club in DC and he knew how to party. Groupies, champagne, a posse, intimidation; the whole deal. Freddie was acting like a closeted frat-guy freshman looking to score with a TV nerd. Not even Tara was feelin' it; and she's a strung out, C-list, "actress". You think girls like her don't throw themselves at any NFL player they can get within 100 yards of?
Anyway, as good as this show is without some tweaks it should soon loose its luster. They need to go ahead and accept the train wreck factor and play it for as long as they can. They need a smarmy producer off-camera to egg her on, slip X into her drink, challenge her to crazy dares and feed her completely false information by the truck load. "The Pyramids were built in the 1850's by Mexicans who had come to Egypt hoping to free the slaves from the mythical sea monsters" I promise she won't catch on.
I gotta go. I obviously think about shit like this too much.
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