Anything with Jason Shane Scott is worth watching just for the sheer vanity of the man.
In my house, we call him "Flintstone" because of his ridiculous five o'clock shadow... more like eleven o'clock (pm) shadow.
In one scene, his face looks like it's made up from three different ones : the aforementioned, never the same twice, dirty-looking lower half; the natural-coloured, but clearly surgically enhanced area around the too-tight eyes; and the bizarrely pale forehead smoother than an ice-rink thanks to botox, enhanced by preened eyebrows that have been lifted so high they almost reach his hairline.
It's a toss-up whether he looks horrified, or he looks horrifying.
Does he own a shirt that he can fasten the buttons all the way up? Or does he just want us all the admire his chest pumped so much that it's bigger than those of all the female cast-members combined. And the tightness of his trousers over his too-big backside probably explains his strained voice.
I saw a quote from him saying that he quit a soap he was in because he was tired of being asked to do shirtless scenes. He must have realised that was the only reason he had the job, because he's done countless shirtless scenes - revealing a chest that looks more plastic that Ricardo Montalban's in Star Trek II : The Wrath Of Khan - in everything he's done since.
Does his contract for these endlees "The Wrong..." films stipulate that people must constantly refer to how handsome he is, in a vain - pun intended - attempt to convince anyone other than himself that he is handsome?
