Welcome back to Splash, ABC's high-diving competition starring a collection of athletes, thespians, and Miss Alabama USA 2012 Katherine Webb. In a surprising turn of events, both this show and these recaps have made it to a second week, throwing both Vegas and the other networks for a loop.
In Episode 1, titled "Week 1," five of our 10 contestants squared off and hilariously dove off boards of varying heights. The first to be eliminated, in line with many a horror movie script, was The Cosby Show’s Keshia Knight Pulliam.
It's finally here. The ABC show of the late-winter/early-spring/St. Patrick's Day–to–Memorial Day corridor we've all been waiting on.
SPLASH
Rumored by some as a last-minute addition to President Obama's American Jobs Act, Splash is an elimination reality show featuring 10 people of varying levels of celebrity and employment that centers on mastering the art of the high dive.
Each week, Netflix Watch Instantly adds hundreds of new titles. Four or five are movies you want to watch, some are bad TV shows or camp classics, and most make no sense at all. Those in the latter category are puzzling: not bad Enough to be good and certainly not good enough to be interesting. In this column, comedian Max Silvestri will review a new film on Netflix Watch Instantly and ask, what is this?
My Fake Fiancé
What It's About: Two misanthropes stage a sham wedding in order to grift money and presents off everyone who has ever cared for them.
Who It's For: Men and women who hate either women or men. Melissa & Joey completists.
"Not another wedding!" This is the auspicious first line of dialogue in My Fake Fiancé, which should really be called We Are Both Fake Fiancés. I presume the reason it's not called that is because our society is not ready for the plural of the word fiancé. Or maybe because the title, like everything else in this film, was given only passing thought, the seeming product of an all-night don't-lift-your-pencils free-write with an attitude of outright disgust toward revision, logic or likeability. (I imagine many of the things I'll write about in this column will have a similar vibe, so I should probably make peace with it soon.)
