Just caught up. (I went out Thursday night and missed the normal showtime.)I expected to hate Andy, because I've always hated Andy. I'm the one who once wrote that the best thing about being trapped in the Surreal Life house was that you were guaranteed a world without Andy Dick in it: that's not exactly a sign of personal affection. But now a little bit of the public persona has been allowed to fall away, and what's left is someone I could stand speaking to for as many as thirty seconds in a row.
Of course, that could be an act. Or a play. He's certainly good at playing, isn't he? He's got Jennifer eating out of his palm...
What can drive you crazy about Amber is her raw intelligence. 'Here is the exact reason I use. This is a comprehensive analysis of why I might fail at this and the pitfalls that await me if I do it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go give in to all of it.' She has herself figured out beyond what any shrink could dare to dream of -- she just can't do anything about it. We have to wait for next week to find out just how badly she fell down at that party -- but we all knew she'd fall down. And so did she. Amber just won't remember any of it. Or be able to act on it.
*sigh*
It's a very depressing show. But we knew it would be -- and we watched anyway. We're not exactly all that far past Amber.
At least Rodney looks sort of cute when he's sleeping.