Tonight’s first new episode of Jersey Shore indulged in a shameless game of bait and switch. We were promised Summer fun at Atlantic City, a party destination where the hard-working intellectuals of Jersey Shore could finally cut loose, drink excessively, make out with strangers and have a blast. Yet the housemates didn’t make it to Atlantic City until forty minutes into the show. It was exactly like Friday The 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan.
Cinephiles flocked to theaters to see just what would happen when the city that never sleeps met the masked psychotic who never stops killing drunken, horny teens but Jason didn’t even make it to Manhattan until 90 minutes in. And what did the notorious slasher do when he finally made it to New York City? He took in a Knicks game, saw Cats, visited the Empire State Building and took a romantic carriage ride around Central Park. It was, perhaps, a little anticlimactic.
Ah, but enough about Jason Voorhees and his tourist ways. We’re here to discuss the existential angst of hormone-crazed dumbasses in this here blog. Tonight we dealt with the ramifications of Snooki telling Sammi that the house was on the verge of staging an intervention to address their concern that Ronnie and Sammi were spending too much time together and not enough time doing shots and hooking up with anonymous strangers.
It was all very Real World. Sammi said it best when she opined, “Shut your fucking face. You’re just jealous!” Who wouldn’t be jealous of Sammi? I know viewers everywhere wish they were sleeping with a flesh-colored Incredible Hulk/poster boy for anger control problems.
Tonight’s episode of Jersey Shore once again found Snooki looking for love in all the wrong places: namely, the pants of random jerkoffs she meets in clubs. Pretty much every episode of Jersey Shore follows the same template: Snooki whines that she’s a nice girl who desperately get laid. Oh and also settle down and get married and be a veterinarian. She meets a dude at a club, brags that he’s the kind of nice guy she’s been pining for, then is sexually frustrated. Wash, rinse, repeat.
It’s all starting to get both sad and repetitive. Snooki really seems to be lurching into Anna Nicole Smith territory. Her desire to settle down and or fuck as many dudes as possible at 21 is poignantly pathetic. I’m guessing that someone has already greenlighted a show called Snooking For Love. Sadly, I would so watch that shit.
Meanwhile, Mike “The Situation” decided to ramp up his campaign of doucheiness. He was all over the place tonight: snitching on Ronnie to Sammi after finding him talking to a girl, pulling a “robbery” by making out with a woman who was previously making out with Vinny and, hilariously, lecturing Vinny on how to treat women after he felt Vinny hadn’t done right by his sister.
Over the past few episodes, the housemates have gone from finding The Situation hilariously tacky and shameless to intolerable. Who can blame them? If Jersey Shore were the high school it often suggests, then Ronnie would be crowned Most Likely to Murder Someone with his Bare Hands and Mike The Situation would be deemed Most Likely to Get Murdered in a Barroom Scuffle.
We got a little taste of both scenarios tonight. Ronnie hulked out, knocking some dude the fuck out after he talked just a little too much shit. Mike The Situation, meanwhile, got righteously punched in the face by JWoww after he