RENOWNED INTERPLANETARY FRUIT THIEF, THE BLUEBERRY PIRATE: It wasn't Lawrence Blueberry, but Otto Borish who copped to lychee piracy on tonight's Top Chef.
It was a sad way to come to an elimination, and I loved the Meatloaf-Looking-Guy's (no really, check it out) lecture about the basic #&%!! principles of %*&#@!! teamwork after the Korean squad learned they were the losers and turned on each other like... like losers. And, for what it's worth, he was right. About what? About everything!
It's not about the moral failings of the only guy on your hung-over team to notice that you inadvertently shoplifted a crate of lychee fruit. He brought it up. Did he have to drag you back into the store by your hair to return it? He didn't, and yet you dragooned him into a false feeling of responsibility that resulted in his leaving the show. Congratulations. He was consistently coming off as a sad sack and we didn't really want to watch him anyway. You, however, (and I do mean you, you and you) will provide at least another month of entertainment by self-destructing like whiny, recriminatory fireworks on a weekly basis until such time as the knife winds up in your own backs. Super!
Marisa and Teen Wolf were made for each other, by the way. Elia was at least sensitive enough to the shame of it all to (repeatedly) hide her face while the others tore at Otto's exposed throat like a pack of cannibal reality television zombies. By contrast, points for shiving your teammates with style goes to Cliff Crooks, who appeared to be a major instigator of the pitchers upon pitchers of sangria that his team consumed after he won immunity in this week's quick-fire challenge.
Anyway, I promise that as soon as I can find my copy of Midnight's Children ("Padma wants..."), you'll have some more literary post titles for the weekly Top Chef redux.
...and did I mention that it's all about the food?
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