Live Blogging Project Runway: Week 12
Hello troops! I'm sorry I missed you last week (and also that I drank so much at the commenter meet-up), but like General MacArthur, I have returned. It will be good to live-blog with you all again tonight. And as we do, allow me to offer this advice: Type, drink and be merry, because tomorrow … who knows what will happen? Certainly not Harvey Weinstein, who was just hit with a court injunction blocking his plan to move Project Runway to Lifetime. Now, I know the show isn't as good as it used to be, but if it dies — or lapses into a coma — I will mourn. Because I still love Project Runway. I'll watch the new L.A.-based season if it ever airs on Lifetime. Hell, I'd watch the show if they moved it to Vegas and VH1. Or to Wasilla and Weather Channel. Or to… well, you get the idea. Anyway, we should try to enjoy the rest of this season as much as we can. Especially now that we're down to just four designers — which means that this week, not only could Tim Gunn count the remaining contestants on one hand, but so could Fred Flintstone! (Because, like most cartoon characters, has only four fingers on each hand. Ever notice that?) Hey, speaking of fingers: It's time for me to point to a few highlights from last week, and things to watch for tonight. (Was that a smooth segue or what? I should write for TV news!)
- In attempting to rap and "act hip hop," Leanne revealed herself not only to be the whitest woman in the world, but perhaps to the whitest thing in the universe — a veritable "white hole of whiteness," as it were.
- We witnessed the welcome demise of Suede's blue faux-hawk (thanks to a hair makeover), followed by the long-overdue exit of the irritating, third-person-self-referencing scissor-hack himself (much to the delight of that amusing fellow and fine human being, MisterHippity).
- Tonight, watch for Jerell to feel so lonely in the "guy apartment" that he draws faces on objects and talks to them, à la Tom Hanks in Cast Away. (This is fine with me as long as he doesn't attempt to pull any of his own teeth. That scene still makes me wince!)
- Also, on the runway, watch for frickin' everybody to start crying — not just Kenley this time, but also Jerell and Korto (and who knows, maybe Leanne and all the judges too). What could be the cause of this group tear-jag? Did they all watch "Terms of Endearment" in the green room before heading out to the runway? Or was this week's challenge to construct garments out of sliced onions?
We'll find out soon: It's time for this commenting kaffeeklatsch to commence. Let us not cry tonight. Let us type, drink and be merry, for tomorrow … we go to work. And then we come home, turn on the TV and watch Sarah Palin. And then, maybe, we cry — for her, for Harvey and for the whole hapless lot of us.