This week is all about action and, in some cases, inaction. The girls get a lesson from model/athlete Gabby Reece, who teaches them how to dive in the sand for a volleyball while trying to look remotely graceful and modelesque. The majority of them look pretty stupid, but college volleyball player Jaeda manages to do an okay job, for once. Then it's on to the wild world of Nascar, where the girls have to jump on and pretend to pummel some poor race car driver who is I guess pretty famous in the world of Nascar. No disrespect, but, despite my penchant for country music, I am just not the authority to turn to when it comes to Nascar. Despite poking her stiletto heel into the hood of the car and producing some whack facial expressions, Michelle wins the challenge. She picks Caridee, Amanda, and Melrose to share in her prize, but then is totally punked when a mini-challenge within the prize leads Melrose to win everything. In news that will surprise no one, everyone still hates Melrose and Anchal still has some body and general confidence issues. For their photo shoot of the week, which for some reason involved Cover Girl product in space, the girls go indoor skydiving. This basically involves being blown around by a big fan (under the supervision of an expert, of course, who holds them and prevents them from blowing all the way up into actual space, or at least the top of the indoor skydiving chamber). The results are seriously mixed. Most girls have some trouble keeping their bodies under control, with Caridee in particular flailing around like a fish and almost killing the poor guy holding her. A pretty stupid judging test solidifies the panel's ideas of who is "committed" and "wants" it, and who doesn't, which leads Michelle and Anchal to be in the bottom two. In the end, the twin get to stick around, and Anchal is sent home to eat all the damn eggs she wants to.
Previously: The girls learned sexy moves from burlesque sensation Dita Von Teese. A dinner runway show for the folks from Elite Models left Anchal feeling like a hoss. Fabio and his manly chest posed with the girls for a romance novel cover shoot. Brooke went home on the night of her high-school graduation. The show's very talented writers had jobs. Seriously, if you want to see some real bitches, check out the offices of The CW.
It is night. The girls return home to a letter from Brooke. Jaeda says that Brooke's elimination was a big shock, and everyone was so sad. Caridee strums a guitar while wearing a hat with a tag on it, thus making her look like the exact replica of some sick fuck's Minnie Pearl fantasy, as Melrose swills a glass of Chardonnay and eulogizes Brooke in song. The song goes, "We love you Brooke, and we gonna miss you like hell / You brought to this house a feeling I could feel." A feeling that people could feel, eh? Perhaps it's more than a feeling. Or a feeling that people can't fight any longer. Or feelings, nothing more than feelings. In any case, I think that Bob Dylan should rest assured that there is no new lyricist rising through the ranks to oust him, at least not from the Top Model house. Which makes me think: you know Bob Dylan totally watches this show. In fact, he probably had the Minnie Pearl fantasy.
Melrose says that she saw the biggest improvement in Brooke of anybody. Caridee says that it sucks, because so many people don't appreciate the opportunity. Close-up on Michelle, who is looking all around like, "Oh, huh? Is someone speaking? Does somebody want me to bring them some water? Can't I see that they're burning alive?" Melrose says that she could be a model for TEN WHOLE YEARS and be happy. Michelle finally pipes up and says that she's different than the others, because this was never her dream. She interviews that she has the talent to be the model, but doesn't know if she has everything that it takes, such as knowledge of fashion. And, one would infer, desire. She tells the others that she has no idea what she's doing, and she's not figuring it out. Melrose gives Michelle a little bit of the fish eye. Melrose confessionalizes that she wants to win this and do big things with her life, and she's seeing people stay week after week who don't even want it. Hey Melrose? No one cares, because everybody hates you.