Basically? None of the food mattered in this episode. The Nestlé and Calphalon commercial for the Quickfire? Who cares. But in the interest of keeping my job, I'll tell you that Sam won it, which meant he had his choice of protein and course for the five-course romantic dinner Elimination challenge. They sped us through the Elimination Challenge, where all the dishes seemed to go over pretty well with the judges (AT FIRST) except maybe Cliff's beef dish, which was pronounced "hotel food."
The meat of the episode occurred after the Elimination Challenge and back in the lofts. Riding an adrenaline high from finishing the intense challenge, some drinking and balding goes on. It appears that Elia always wanted to Sinead herself, so she and Ted Ilan shave their heads. Willingly. After they laugh at Son of Sam for wimping out and keeping his full greasy mop, Cliff goes into the living room, drags a sleeping and pathetically limp Marcel off the couch, and forces him to the ground. Apparently, he was physically restraining Marcel in order for one of the others -- Sam? Ted Ilan? -- to shave his head. Sam, seeing the writing on the wall, just shook his head. He wouldn't shave Marcel's head, but he also didn't try to stop Cliff from acting out some potentially repressed tendencies. No one did, actually. The whole scene was eerily silent, uncomfortable, and very disturbing to watch.
Cliff, realizing that no one else was joining in on the violence, finally lets Marcel free. Marcel, after slamming the cameraperson in the face -- which, I believe, was Ted Ilan, as they had "borrowed" a camera that night -- spends the night in the bathroom. Hopefully, with the door locked. The next morning, Colicchio arrives with a face full of fire and brimstone and asks everyone but Cliff to leave the room. No doubt that burned bacon-sniffing schnozz of his detected the fragrance of assault and freshly shaved heads all the way down the block. Colicchio repeats some Bravo rules to Cliff, which basically say that if you lay a finger on another cheftestant, you are gone. Cliff boggles at this but accepts his ousting. Before leaving the loft for good, Cliff actually apologizes to Marcel and the other cheftestants for letting the "joke" get out of hand.
At the Judges' Table, the courses are analyzed to death and all of a sudden the judges seem to be changing their tune about how good they originally thought everything was. Whatever. It was all done with the pretense of making us believe for about three minutes that someone else would be sent home. However, while Padmadala got to nastily tease Marcel and Elia, all four cheftestants are told they are going to Hawaii for the finals.
Even the august presence of Eric Ripert as guest judge was overshadowed by Clippergate.
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I'm done. No, no -- I'm serious, I'm just done. I've had it with this show and more than that, I don't even care who wins. When it comes right down to it, I pretty much dislike all of them: Sam, Cliff, and Ted Ilan are asses, Elia is dead to me after her inactivity this week, and while I don't despise Marcel the way I despise those who bullied him, I don't think he should win just because he was bullied. In my eyes, his food hasn't been impressive or strong enough to make him a Top Chef. Also, Marcel isn't as annoying and supercilious as Stephen nor as bitchy as Tiffani, but he's had his own dick moments as well. So who should win? Lee Anne from last year. Dave from last year. Tiffani from last year. ANYONE except these reality show jokes. Based solely on technical skill and execution, Sam is the clear winner. However, I don't believe Bravo will let the same chef-type win two years in a row. They have a reputation to uphold and can't allow people to go around saying that they only let "attractive" white male executive chefs from New York win. They might then have a problem with viewership and future applicants. So, yeah, whatever Bravo -- you lost me on this season. Two more episodes left and the only reason I will watch is because I'm getting paid.
Let's discuss this episode's dopey Jane Austenian title. Blackadder can do it, and did it, and I love them for it, but there's something bothersome about Bravo doing it for this particular show. Maybe it's just this particular episode that makes me dislike it. I don't know, I just have this vision of the annoying and overexposed Andy Cohen doing a pee-pee dance over their "originality." Besides, Mr. Darcy would so beat Cliff, Sam, Ted Ilan, and Elia's asses. And his only weapon would be a withering look.
Last time, Marcel had been bullied forever. The cheftestants wake up, and Son of Sam tells us, "I need this win. I'm gonna do what it takes. I would never step on anybody to get there [Except those people you accused of using illicit olive oil in Camp Glucoyapi?] but I know how to cook and I'm gonna cook my way to the top." And bully your way to the top. Dick. Elia also expresses her desire to go to Hawaii. Shut up, Elia. Ted Ilan -- from the bed next to Elia's -- claps that they are almost there. Ted Ilan tells us, "Last night I moved into Elia's room because she felt lonely. My new roommate is a lot, a lot sweeter, a lot nicer than Marcel." Yeah, it's amazing how unsweet someone gets when you have him held down while trying to shave his head. Oh, right, we aren't there yet.
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