Showing posts with label Celebrity Circus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Celebrity Circus. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Walking the tightrope of boredom

Want to know what happens when there are only three competitors left on "Celebrity Circus"? They bring back former contestant Blu Cantrell to sing her seven-year old single "Hit 'Em Up Style."

And it sounds like she hasn't practiced singing it since about 2005 ... she sounds awful. I used to kinda of like that song back in the day, but she's ruining it for me.

Then -- because producers have an hour-long show to fill -- we have to watch a bunch of random, professional acrobats perform circus stunts. Newsflash: If I wanted to see this shit, I'd go to a circus.

The reason I watch "Celebrity Circus" to see D-list celebs possibly maim themselves for the sake of reminding people they exist.

(This seems like a perfect place to include a funny quote from my friend, Joshua Hammann. "How can they even judge Celebrity Circus? If they don't fucking kill themselves, they should get a 10.")

The finalists are Wee Man, Stacey Dash and Antonio Banderas. I've gotta be honest: I'm not sure that I care enough to watch 20 more minutes of this crapola, kids.

I'm going to bed.

Kiss, kiss!

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Celebrity Circus

Today, I have nothing to say, unless you'd like to know that I'm watching "Celebrity Circus." Christopher Knight is doing aerial flips while attached to some kind of bungee cord thingie that's hanging from the ceiling. The Black Eyed Peas' "Let's Get It Started" is the soundtrack for this daring feat.

Can you believe after flipping through hundreds of TV stations that this is what I chose to watch? I need to join Netflix ASAP. Or read a book. Summer television is the worst.

Joey Fatone is the host for this craptacular festival of bizarre stunts performed by semi-celebs.

Stacey Dash is up next on the Spanish web -- where a person does tricks using a giant rope. Holy shit! She just said she was 41 years old. She looks about 25. Her musical backdrop is "Bad to the Bone."

There's a crazy, flaming gay judge with a lisp who loves her. He just got up and did a back handspring and a couple of pelvic thrusts to show his appreciation after the other judges seemed indifferent to her performance. "You done gone worked my nerves, guys," he said, before giving her a perfect 10.

My best friend just called from home, so I may not get to watch the rest of this spectacle in detail.

Wee Man just dangled from the ceiling and gyrated with a couple of chicks in tune to "Everybody Wants You."

Rachel Hunter is doing the highwire act. She looks scared shitless and she's shaking. Can't blame her.

OK, Wendy is much more interesting than this show. I'm signing off.