In this episode, we get to say goodbye to not one but two models who are busted and broke-down, and not in the good way that Miss J. is always talking about. It’s runway week, and Miss J. meets the girls at the bowling alley for a runway teach. Hannah is crazy-looking, Samantha is bow-legged and Elina is a control freak. Isis, however, is confident about her runway walk and ready to work it in the week’s challenge. All of the girls, however, get a little more than they bargained for as they enter their challenge at a runway show for track-suited, top-hat-wearing designer Jeremy Scott. Not only will they be blindfolded walking down the runway, one girl will also be eliminated immediately after the challenge. The stakes are high, as evidenced by Seventeen’s Ann Shoket making her first appearance of the season. No one falls off the runway, sadly. McKey manages to rock a curtain rod, Isis maintains her confidence, and Joslyn looks foxy in a foxy dress. On the flip side, Hannah is a mess and Samantha lifts up her dress at the end of the runway despite Jeremy’s repeated warnings not to. Joslyn ends up winning the challenge, and her prize is an advertorial shoot in Seventeen. And it's Hannah who is forced to pick up her beans and keep on rolling as she gets the post-challenge boot. She leaves without much ado at all. The whole thing is weird.
The shoot for the week takes place at the girls’ house. They will be photographed from the eyes up in the pool, and it’s Nigel who will be taking the pictures. Some of the girls really manage to be expressive with their eyes, just like Tyra always talks about, while others use their bodies in innovative ways to enhance the shot. Clark successfully flirts with Nigel and Analeigh finally turns it out. Marjorie looks like a sea mammal, which may or may not be a good thing. Elina gets stuck, and Isis is preoccupied with her bits coming unstuck. [Despite her bits not even being in the picture! - Zach] Neither makes for a great photo. At panel, Jeremy Scott’s utter hatred and disdain for Samantha puts her in the bottom two along with the increasingly unimpressive Isis. It is Isis who is sent home. It’s very sad, but totally the right decision, and her gracious exit reminds us why it was so good to have her there in the first place.
We begin with the girls entering their house at night. They see Elina's first place photo on the plasma screen, and she is happy. Analeigh shares with Marjorie and Hannah that she's afraid she's going to wind up in the bottom two again. It's a terrifying experience, she tells us, and even though she tried to hide her tears a few escaped. While this makes me feel a little bad for Analeigh, Hannah has no sympathy. She busts out with, "I feel like you guys are always wallowing. I am so over the pity party." Yeah, I mean God. It's not like they got practically gang raped or anything. Marjorie tells Hannah that she's being insensitive. And really, you are in this house either to bitch at people or listen to other people bitch. Just deal with it. Hannah confessionalizes that Analeigh and Marjorie get so wrapped up in the negatives that they can't remember the positives. She looks and sounds so much like a big annoying buck-toothed cartoon character right now, I can't even tell you. She continues by saying, "I don't understand pity parties. You pick up your beans and you keep on rolling." She even has her own catch phrase! About beans, beans the musical fruit, no less.
Tyra Mail! "Tomorrow your model dreams could end up in the gutter! Love, Tyra." Analeigh is apparently a genius, and deduces that they'll be doing runway walks in the bowling alley. This comes to pass the next day, when the girls meet Miss J. at a bowling alley called Lucky Strike. Miss J. relives his pre-Tyra days by disinfecting shoes behind the counter. These shoes, however, are fierce bowling heels. Hannah is amazed, as they don't have stiletto bowling shoes in Alaska. Miss J. tells the girls that runway is about precision, because models walk on every surface possible. Today, of course, they'll be sliding and gliding in lane number four. Does this whole thing make you want to go to rock n' bowl or what? My local lanes have karaoke in the bowling bar on rock n' bowl night. You know you're moving to Cranston, Rhode Island, bitches.