Bachelor Pad - Season Two
For me, the title Bachelor Pad automatically conjures up memories of Playboy's Penthouse and its successor, Playboy After Dark, those weird, pseudo-sophisticated variety shows where Hugh Hefner would wander around a crowded set decorated as a space-age pad, talking to the camera and sneaking up on the likes of Lenny Bruce and Ike and Tina Turner as they were admiring his shelves of first editions. How quaint to recall a time when celebrities used to go on TV to try to impress the audience with how cultured they were. By contrast, Bachelor Pad is an elimination-contest reality show set in a house stocked with people who have previously appeared on The Bachelor and/or The Bachelorette, "real people" who are prepared to be as shameless as they have to be to realize their ultimate life goal of being on TV.
Sitting down to watch the season premiere, I'm a little nervous about being able to keep up, because I've never seen an episode of The Bachelor or The Bachelorette. (I don't know what I was doing while the rest of you were watching them, but trust me, it wasn't re-reading Shakespeare's sonnets or curing Alzheimer's.) The only things I really know about the shows are the bare bones of their shared premise and the remark offered by an anonymous ABC executive who was asked to explain The Bachelor's appeal and said that it was "Jackass for women." I hope that my not having followed these people through their previous TV adventures won't leave me lost without a map. But I tell myself that a reality show star whose show I never watched is just an imaginary friend I haven't met yet.
7:00 P.M. : A fellow named Chris Harrison, whose mild, bland exterior cannot conceal that he has the soul of someone who feasts on broken hearts washed down with the tears of children, explains the ground rules, for the benefit of myself and any other piss-ignorant son of a bitch who just tuned in by mistake by sitting on the remote. He promises "passionate romance" and "devastating breakups", all performed by such mainstays of the series as "the sexy fan favorite, the hated villain, the guy that got the tattoo."
7:03: A fast-moving montage re-introduces viewers to the cast members, starting with Justin, identified as "The Wrestler", A.K.A. The One Who Got Caught with a Girlfriend Back Home. Wearing a hoodie and posing against backdrops borrowed from Lights Out and Wild Style, Justin says a few words meant to convey the impression that he is an uncontainable and unapologetic bullshit artist who, depending on his mood, will take the house either by stealth or by storm.
7:06: "Hi! I'm Gia!" The vivacious and camera-friendly Gia is a survivor of The Bachelor Season 14, as is Vienna, characterized by Gia as "crazy. All she cares about is wanting to be on TV." Hearing anyone on a show like this say that about anyone else, it's hard not to think of the one about what the pot called the kettle. Still, when Vienna shows up a second or two after Gia started bad-mouthing her, she does come across as maybe just the teensiest bit batshit. Her eyes, the words coming out of her mouth, and the tone of voice in which she delivers the words often seem to be working to convey three different messages, one or more of which presumably reflect what she really feels, while another is meant to reflect what she wants people to think she feels. (It doesn't take long to figure out that, as with most of the people here, what she thinks is pretty much a moot point.)
But to hear her describe her broken romance with Jake, the star and intended catch of her season of The Bachelor, it stands to reason that she might still be a little shaken up from the trauma of it all. Jake asked Vienna to marry him, on live TV. They then enjoyed a hot eight-month engagement, at the end of which he dumped her, acrimoniously, on live TV. That does put the time I got shot down while standing in line at the DMV in perspective. "I have a target on my back," she says, while a woman is spraying something from an aerosol can all over her front. Happily, she has since found true love with Kasey, who's the one who got the tattoo. Kasey wants you to know that he and Vienna are soul mates and he isn't the least bit threatened by any residual feelings she may have for Jake. He's so unthreatened by Jake that he can't shut up about him. "Jake is a joke", he huffs.
7:10: "I'm Jake!" The man at the center of this fiery triangle turns out to be a good-looking, not dislikable doofus with a pilot's license and a camera in his cockpit. When he's not doing his best to look like Tom Cruise in Top Gun, Jake wrings his heart out over what his public breakup with Vienna meant to him. It seems that she sold the story of their breakup, for beaucoup bucks, to a tabloid, icky-poo blecch. In fact, now that Jake thinks about it, Vienna herself is "like a tabloid. You're getting about 40% of the truth." That strikes me as a generous estimate of how much truth there is in the average tabloid, especially if we're talking the Murdoch papers, but let's try to stay on track here. Jake is a little nervous about entering the house, since "I'm gonna walk around with a target on my back." Did he and Vienna get matching targets when they were an item, and now neither one has had the heart to have them removed? You might be in trouble, there, Kasey.
7:16: The hit parade continues. Erica, "the princess", looks disconcertingly Paris Hiltony and has a voice like an electrocardiogram after the patient has flatlined. Her astrologer thinks she has this in the bag. Graham, whose hobby is giving back to others, hopes to win the prize so that he can distribute the money to "children's charities." Ella lives with her two-year-old in a small house that appears to be decorated with framed Wacky Packs one-sheets and allows the camera to tag along with her to the cemetery, while she relates a family back story out of a Martina McBride song.
7:20: Then there's Holly. If the Jake-Vienna-Kasey triangle is the show's big blockbuster emotional tangle, Holly and Michael have the quiet sleeper. It seems that after being dumped by the star of her season of The Bachelor, Holly met "the love of my life", Michael, who had been a contestant on The Bachelorette. The two of them hit it off so well that they got engaged, but then her "commitment issues" flared up, she "panicked and freaked out", and called it off. Then the two of them got back together, only to have him break up with her because he couldn't get past her having broken up with him. "I broke Michael's heart," she says, "but I also broke my own." If it turns out that Michael is going to be in the house, Holly promises to "freak out" again.