A few comments ...

[apocalypsos]

-- I adore the relationship between the redheads and Luke and Margie. They're very cute. (Although I was a bit annoyed by the redhead's attitude when their driver was being a moron. But I definitely can't argue that he was being a moron and they certainly had every right to be irritated. Her voice just started to grate after a while.)

-- I may be enjoying the fact that every episode this season seems to have That Roadblock Where People In Foreign Countries Laugh At The Silly Americans.

-- Amanda and Kris are so far too cute by half, and possibly may be the next coming of Kris and Jon, and I really like them a lot. I especially like that they freaked about the fanny pack disappearing but didn't go over the top and start yelling at each other.

-- Oh, thank God for Brad and Victoria making the Transylvania station crack I would have in their situation.

-- YAY FOR MEL AND MIKE! \O/ I love that Phil was like, "You've won a trip to Costa Rica!" and Mel was all, "Oh, that's his favorite place!" I really like that the two of them are pushing hard and getting lucky even with Mel's groin injury. They're smart and determined and it's working well for them so far.

-- Oh, Victor. Maybe you've learned your lesson to stop being a douche and start listening to Tammy. (And this brother-sister dynamic bullshit isn't your problem. My brother and I get along fine. I listen to him, he listens to me. Of course, neither one of us are stubborn asshats, so there's that.)

-- Aw, Brad and Victoria. I liked them. *pouts*

-- Next week: Nobody knows how to stack firewood. That's okay, I don't either. Also, Luke rides a wee little roller coaster and Margie continues to be an awesome, awesome mom.

Comments

[scottique.livejournal.com]

I really hate it when teams have all chance of surviving taken away from them for something that isn't their fault. Granted, Brad and Victoria could have switched to the later flight when their flight to Amsterdam got delayed, but without the context of exactly what they were told, we have to assume that they made the most-logical call and got screwed over anyway. It's interesting and makes for a good show when teams get messed up, through no fault of their own, in a way that doesn't end their race for them (see: Victor and Tammy's first plane getting turned around), but there's no joy in watching somebody end up in a no-possible-win situation.

Amanda and Kris are adorable indeed, and I'm really glad that the fanny pack hadn't been stolen (or, y'know, accidentally dropped inside a barrel or a car muffler). They're in direct competition with Mel and Mike for my Feel-Good Team of the Race, doubly so because so very rarely does the young-straight-couple-team inspire the feel-good.

Watching the stuntman brother do the gymnastics was The Best Thing Ever. Watching Mike do the gymnastics was The Second Best Thing Ever.

(I'm still on the fence on whether I like Luke. On the one hand, his big shows of frustration irritate me; on the other hand, I know that he relies on body language to communicate what other people fume under their breath. I don't know whether I'm supposed to give him a pass for his irritation irritating me; I am, however, fairly sure that I'm thinking too hard about a reality TV star.) :-D