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apocalypsosToday I rewatched Andrae's breakdown on the runway, and now I'm rewatching Ricky's breakdown on the runway.
I've said it before and I'll say in again. The big difference? VOLUME. Andrae let all of his tears out in one melodramatic cascade of tears, the likes of which could probably have been used to give Marla's model some serious water-weight gain if only she'd been lucky. In retrospect, it's amazing. I always point out that my mother offsets my complete inability to be anything remotely close to sad at a funeral by sobbing and wailing on levels that astound me. Andrae crying is a little bit like that. I've gotten to the point in rewatching it where I almost expect a line to form to slap him across the face much like on Airplane!, except at the end of this line would be Joan Collins, and she would beat him with his trucker cap, and then the two of them would wrestle in a fountain.
Ricky, meanwhile, has been dragging out the same damn temper tantrum all season long, except there's no actual anger. There's just a lot of crying and drama, and if we're lucky after tonight's episode he'll stomp off into Sequesterville to eat crayons or paste or something. And then cry about how much eating those crayons meant to HIS ENTIRE LIFE.
There's also the added point that when Andrae broke down, the others proceeded to rib the crap out of him good-naturedly, while when Ricky cries, the rest of these people stand around like your very first boyfriend in fourth grade who, like, sees you crying and awkwardly offers you a frog to make you stop. And that's if you're lucky.
EDIT: Is there a reason all of the designers are dressed in shades of brown? Wait, is this sepia-tinted? Did I tune into Project Runway 1888 or something?
I've said it before and I'll say in again. The big difference? VOLUME. Andrae let all of his tears out in one melodramatic cascade of tears, the likes of which could probably have been used to give Marla's model some serious water-weight gain if only she'd been lucky. In retrospect, it's amazing. I always point out that my mother offsets my complete inability to be anything remotely close to sad at a funeral by sobbing and wailing on levels that astound me. Andrae crying is a little bit like that. I've gotten to the point in rewatching it where I almost expect a line to form to slap him across the face much like on Airplane!, except at the end of this line would be Joan Collins, and she would beat him with his trucker cap, and then the two of them would wrestle in a fountain.
Ricky, meanwhile, has been dragging out the same damn temper tantrum all season long, except there's no actual anger. There's just a lot of crying and drama, and if we're lucky after tonight's episode he'll stomp off into Sequesterville to eat crayons or paste or something. And then cry about how much eating those crayons meant to HIS ENTIRE LIFE.
There's also the added point that when Andrae broke down, the others proceeded to rib the crap out of him good-naturedly, while when Ricky cries, the rest of these people stand around like your very first boyfriend in fourth grade who, like, sees you crying and awkwardly offers you a frog to make you stop. And that's if you're lucky.
EDIT: Is there a reason all of the designers are dressed in shades of brown? Wait, is this sepia-tinted? Did I tune into Project Runway 1888 or something?
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Date: 2008-02-07 03:09 am (UTC)just sayin.
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Date: 2008-02-07 09:06 pm (UTC)haughte fashion circa 2008 looks like my mom's closet, circa 1985, when she was throwing things out.