Watching bisexual MySpace starlet Tila Tequila make out with random dudes and dudettes may not be as stomach-turning as watching New York do the same on her dating show, but it still makes us feel like we’ve done five too many shots of Jager. Tila, or TT as some like to call her, is only like three apples high. She’s a tiny tornado of libido, so when she’s walking around in nothing but a bungee cord and six inch heels, we’re not totally vomiting. Still, why must we be forced to see some guy get his balls waxed (and then get the boot by Tila; OK, that’s funny) and see Vanessa’s ass in a thong all the time? Is this a reality show or a documentary on the sexual habits of chachis and golddiggers?
“A Shot at Love” doesn’t have and never really had any characters worth watching or even laughing at. Italian cornball Domenico is okay for general humor, and sure, poor Ashley left the show bucking and kicking and screaming like a broken-hearted, pissed-off cowboy. But besides the occasional underwear fight or temper flash, there’s just so little champagne to soak in. Episodes boil down to buzzwords: respect, disrespect, drama, censored swear words, and Tila. Always Tila. She is the end and the beginning, and for being fascinating, unwatchable, and fascinatingly unwatchable, she gets our seal of crapproval. She is our queen of the damned.
We can only assume that, in the final episode, Tila’s final choice will be between a man and a woman. But the contestants’ emotions or personalities have never seemed very real. A spontaneous catfight at a key ceremony? That’s about as “real” as the girls on “The Bachelor” bawling their eyes out after getting kicked off in the second episode. At least VH-1 uses former celebrities and boozed-up “Partridge Family” members for their reality shows. “A Shot at Love” is pointless, even for this genre. But it will almost certainly return for a second season, likely as a full-on gang bang. — Shannon McCarthy
[tags]Tila Tequila, Partridge Family, Shot at Love, The Bachelor[/tags]