I'm undecided. More to Love was a moderately entertaining summer show despite a poorly cast, unappealing bachelor and a handful of crazy girls who just kind of made me sad (Kristian... really, just Kristian, actually), which leads me to a "Sure, why not?" stance on its renewal, for the most part. But on the other hand, it really was the exact same show as The Bachelor, with the sole deviation being that the contestants constantly referred to their size while in their Fantasy Suites and group dates, and that is some egregious format redundancy. But then again it's not like The Bachelor original flavor has any right or reason to exist either, so that argument doesn't really hold up. We can have two of these, or we can have zero of these -- either way the world will remain unchanged, is what I'm saying. See why this is so hard?
After months and months of hype, speculation and abject horror at the idea, More to Love finally premiered last night. And, as Angel warned us, it really does boil down to just being The Bachelor, but with larger people. They really didn't try very hard at all to differentiate the two shows. There are some key differences, however -- some of which are great, but most of which are yikes city.
Every year we start to get excited this time in mid-August because the crisp smell of fall TV is in the air. And while not all that many of the fall shows actually look promising, it's got to be better than most of the dreck that we've been stuck watching since June. This summer in particular seems to have had a lot of duds and disappointments (and very few highlights), so we're extra excited for it to be over. Here's why.
Leighton Meester might have done a dumb thing before she got famous, Jon and Kate are not making empty threats, and even Lauren Conrad says The Hills is fake.