If you missed the season finale like I did last night (Dan and I watched From Hell -- great movie and further proof that anything Alan Moore does = awesome), you can check it out online here.
In the season finale, Lauren gets a second chance for international travel, Spencer and Heidi take some time apart and the episode (much like the entire season itself) proves to be spectacularly anti-climactic. I actually forgot all about the show until this morning when I realized that it was actually Tuesday and not Monday. Anyway, onto the details:
This season was definitely more whimper than bang. To sum it all up -- Audrina dated an unwashed urchin named Justin (who preferred to be called Bobby), Spencer and Heidi's sham of a relationship nauseated anyone who tuned in, Lauren wore fabulous clothes and played emotional tug-of-war with Brody Jenner and everyone drank without getting hungover. In other words -- the show is a perfect microcosm of MTV: shiny, pretty, vapid, famous for no particularly meritorious reason and shamefully addictive.
Wasn't the Paris thing faked last season? I refuse to believe that anyone would give up Paris for Jason Wahler. Hell, I wouldn't give up going to West Palm for J.Wahl and I grew up there.
Who's On Third is such a great name for a restaurant. But then again, I've always been a sucker for old school comedy -- Abbott and Costello, the Three Stooges, Laurel and Hardy. All good stuff.
The last You Look Like A Pratt of season three featured a new look for Pratt-Daddy:
Emo Spencer. The hoodie as black as his soul. The dark, brooding expression. All he needs is a little guy liner and he could be the lead singer for some third-rate punk band. Paging Fallout Boy!
God, I hope Stephanie doesn't become a major player next season. Actually, I hope I'm not still watching this show next season...but we all know I'll be both watching and blogging. Oh no. It's OK. I deserve your pity.
Gasp! Heidi has Kim lie for her?! Lying on The Hills?! My fragile world of pixie dust and glitter is crumbling around my feet.
Lauren's going to Paris! Gasp! Shock! My pixie-and-glitter dusted world is bounding back at a rate quicker than the development of Dubai.
Who can afford to run away to Paris? Lisa Love, apparently. I mean, finances aside -- there are passports and visas and all sorts of documentation to consider. You run away to your best friend or boyfriend's house. Not to a major European metropolis. I'd like to know what kind of upbringing Ms. Love had where she could just flit off to Europe without a moment's notice.
On that note, I'd give my kidney to spend some quality time in Paris. All I want to do is walk around city streets, sip cafe au lait, eat incredible baked goods and smooch my ridiculously cute fiance at random intervals.
This was the season finale?! This? Lauren goes to Paris with Whitney and Spencer and Heidi called off their wedding without a single curse word or object being flung across the room in anger?
I feel as confused as Lauren looks.
In the season finale, Lauren gets a second chance for international travel, Spencer and Heidi take some time apart and the episode (much like the entire season itself) proves to be spectacularly anti-climactic. I actually forgot all about the show until this morning when I realized that it was actually Tuesday and not Monday. Anyway, onto the details:
This season was definitely more whimper than bang. To sum it all up -- Audrina dated an unwashed urchin named Justin (who preferred to be called Bobby), Spencer and Heidi's sham of a relationship nauseated anyone who tuned in, Lauren wore fabulous clothes and played emotional tug-of-war with Brody Jenner and everyone drank without getting hungover. In other words -- the show is a perfect microcosm of MTV: shiny, pretty, vapid, famous for no particularly meritorious reason and shamefully addictive.
Wasn't the Paris thing faked last season? I refuse to believe that anyone would give up Paris for Jason Wahler. Hell, I wouldn't give up going to West Palm for J.Wahl and I grew up there.
Who's On Third is such a great name for a restaurant. But then again, I've always been a sucker for old school comedy -- Abbott and Costello, the Three Stooges, Laurel and Hardy. All good stuff.
The last You Look Like A Pratt of season three featured a new look for Pratt-Daddy:
Emo Spencer. The hoodie as black as his soul. The dark, brooding expression. All he needs is a little guy liner and he could be the lead singer for some third-rate punk band. Paging Fallout Boy!
God, I hope Stephanie doesn't become a major player next season. Actually, I hope I'm not still watching this show next season...but we all know I'll be both watching and blogging. Oh no. It's OK. I deserve your pity.
Gasp! Heidi has Kim lie for her?! Lying on The Hills?! My fragile world of pixie dust and glitter is crumbling around my feet.
Lauren's going to Paris! Gasp! Shock! My pixie-and-glitter dusted world is bounding back at a rate quicker than the development of Dubai.
Who can afford to run away to Paris? Lisa Love, apparently. I mean, finances aside -- there are passports and visas and all sorts of documentation to consider. You run away to your best friend or boyfriend's house. Not to a major European metropolis. I'd like to know what kind of upbringing Ms. Love had where she could just flit off to Europe without a moment's notice.
On that note, I'd give my kidney to spend some quality time in Paris. All I want to do is walk around city streets, sip cafe au lait, eat incredible baked goods and smooch my ridiculously cute fiance at random intervals.
This was the season finale?! This? Lauren goes to Paris with Whitney and Spencer and Heidi called off their wedding without a single curse word or object being flung across the room in anger?
I feel as confused as Lauren looks.
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