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I agree w/the above poster...the only reason I watched this disaster was because I attended college w/one of the contestants (Jill), and even directed her in a student film I'd made during that time. But I digress...Billie Jean was just a drunken party girl, and I think her guy (whose name escapes me) recognized it and wisely decided to dump her at the altar...better before the marriage than after, I'd say. As for the other couple who made it to the final round (Jill and Kevin), you could tell there was friction, given the initial tensions between Kevin and Jill's dad, as well as similar ones between Jill and Kevin's fam, some of whom were uncomfy w/the Playboy layout she did a year earlier. Anyway, had she not left Kevin at the altar (though it was clearly for the better, as fam members from both sides indicated), by viewers' choice, it would've been worth a $100K dowry and some other prizes...but the fact that neither couple wed shows why this was one of the reality disasters of '03 (though not as bad as, say, I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here). And I guess it set the stages ratings-wise, as MBA's replacement show (the guys-in-masks dating series Mr. Personality, hosted by Monica Lewinsky[!]) did equally bad in the ratings.
Dignity and Self-Respect have hit a new low. And this is even considering Joe Millionaire! I was horrified and disgusted when the couples went to therapy and discussed their fantasies, then acted them out! EWWWWWWWWWWWWW! It was bad enough that there are people out there brave enough to sleep with someone else that is just as creepy as them for coming on a show to get married, now we have to watch the blurred out spots where genitalia keeps popping up?? I don't even get this grossed out at real pornography. Out of the two couples at the end that went to the altar, the couple with the groom that resembled Sting was priceless. Here is this girl, that by all descriptions, insinuations, and actions, is complete white trash (and she comes exclusively with a psychotic gay roommate) hooking up with a guy that seems pretty normal (normal on reality show-normal). When he tells her (at the altar, no less, in front of God, the minister, and all of their family and friends) that he doesn't love her as much as she loves him, Pepsi came flying out my nose. It should be known as one of the most priceless moments in reality television and the entire medium. I found myself laughing out loud in time with her sobs in some closet she crawled into after running back down the aisle. She summed it up well when she tells her friend, "I'm a joke." Well, princess, I hate to break it to you this way, but you were a joke before Sting dumped you. I also want to tell the two of them that they only reason they were a final couple was because all the other couples looked alike and it was hard to tell them apart. Hence, a "blond" couple and a "brunette" couple. This hour of pure bliss for me was topped off by the psychotic gay roommate shouting "LOSER!" at Sting and flinging a full beer bottle across a patio in frustration, after which the bride comes down to talk to Sting and he tells her he wants her to move to LA and keep seeing her. That guy has got some serious balls of steel-Jilt her at the altar and tell her that you still want her around for the piece of ass because you think it might go somewhere but you're not sure? Yeah, sure, sign me up first, pal. Because you're such a prize...that's why you're on TV to find a bride picked for you by Billy Bob and Mary Lou in East Butt, Iowa. Sting's parents looked relieved and thankful. Evidently the party in her pants didn't convince him to marry her...
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