July 7, 2010

Hell's Kitchen

Argh. Make it stop. I had a few lucid moments in the middle of a raging 3 day (so far) migraine, and wasted too many of them watching this show last night. I used to kinda like this show. I totally love Kitchen Nightmares, especially the original. I admit it: I love Ramsay.

But this show has to go. It's shite. Total shite. I'm watching people who are basically less able than I am in the kitchen duke it out with sharp knives and dull wits.

Seriously. Most of the 'contestants' can't frigging cook. Some guy on there now is a high school cooking teacher. I'm all 'bring on the muffins!', the only thing I was taught. There is a huge difference between a cook and a chef. Even I know this. And trying to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear is ludicrous. And if you believe for a second that any of the 'winners' actually go on to lead major kitchens, I'll eat Ari's new flipflops.

The swearing isn't entertaining; the yelling is over the top; why anyone is lined up to be on this show is beyond me. I can't name nor recognize a single contestant after, what, 3 years? Worst of all, I don't believe that Ramsay is actually even that much of a lunatic madman. Which makes him a very bad actor.

My friend Jodi Kasten, who knows more about this than I do, does a wonderful job here with her breakup letter to Ramsay. They're done. I wonder who got custody of the good pots.

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Blogger Chris Brown (not the felon) said...

Glad to hear you're still in touch with Jodi. Sad to hear you've been reduced to watching such cr**. Glad to hear you won't be eating Ari's flipflops. Sad to hear this weather's been weighing on your brain.

Now I must go and write up a report for the police. I witnessed the man falling of the bridge onto the 427 this morning which closed the highway for an hour. Kinda wished I'd taken the 403 home instead of the 427.

July 07, 2010 12:02 PM  
Anonymous jmd said...

I say, let's take Gordon Ramsay, Donald Trump, the Bachelors and Bachelorettes, the Americans Who Think They Have Talent, the Singing Idols and Dancing Idjits, Jon and Kate (but not the eight), the couple who spawned 18 children and are still at it, and any other assorted reality "stars", put them on Survivor Island and make them fight to the death with rusty potato peelers. Then fill their empty time slots with re-runs of Hill Street Blues or St. Elsewhere. And yes, I am a cranky old broad.

July 07, 2010 2:05 PM  
Blogger OmemeeOzzie said...

There is a simple solution; avoid anything, anything that remotely resembles 'realisty television'. It's all some producers wet dream, a means of making pots of money with a minimal investment, on the backs of a gullible viewing public.

July 08, 2010 10:07 AM  

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