Diane Mizota: I watch a lot of reality TV. A lot. But even a dirty reality TV whore like myself has standards.
I just finished watching the second episode of NBC's "I'm a Celebrity ... Get Me Out of Here!" and I have to tell you, don't waste your time. I thought I would love this show, but instead, it just made me want to pick up a good book. Or cut my toenails. Or clean my sock drawer.
An amalgamation of "Survivor," "Fear Factor," and "The Surreal Life" with all the star power of a Bic Lighter, this show had the potential of being the guiltiest summer pleasure, but instead feels like half-hearted basic cable filler. First of all, the use of the word "celebrity" here is a loose application. I mean, Patti Blagojevich? Torrie Wilson? Frangela? Huh? Who?! Even Janice Dickinson, one of the grand dames of reality TV, feels lethargic and like she needs a good producer. How did Lou Diamond Phillips' career become reduced to this? And it's on FOUR nights a week! Live. A total waste of network airwaves.
An avid (former closeted) "Hills" fan myself, I tuned in solely to see Spencer and Heidi, "Speidi," duking it out in the jungle, but they have pulled the rip cord after a couple of gross-out challenges and decided that they were way too famous to be stuck with these D-Listers. I kinda don't blame them. They brought enough drama in the first two episodes to last an entire season, and now that they're gone, I imagine most of the audience will go too.
|Diane Mizota is an accomplished TV host, actor, writer and producer who began her career as a professional dancer. She is a first-time mom who currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband and toddler son.|