Because I don’t want to let my audience down, I taped “Joe Millionaire” so I wouldn’t miss it last night when we went to see “The Hours.” (Now there’s a sentence you won’t see on a lot of weblogs.)
I’m still enjoying it, but mainly now because we can more clearly see that 1) “Joe/Evan/Whatever” is basically a nice dullard, with very little going for him other than his looks, and 2) none of the women seem all that interested in him. So it remains fun in a “watch this colossal mess fall apart” sense. That butler, the unfortunately-named Paul Hogan, has a future, though.
My favorite moment last night by far was when Evan presented atomic-perky Melissa with a hideous painting/caricature of herself. She cooed over it to his face, then understandably laughed at it with another woman afterwards. What a disaster this show is. Bring it on.
Also great was all the other girls’ assurances to Mojo that she should wear that horrible hat. Heh.