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The first time I saw the promos for this show, I swear I thought I was gonna have a coronary and die on the spot! I could not believe that all these gorgeous women were going crazy over somebody as hideous-looking as Flavor Flav! I mean, the guy has perhaps the ugliest-looking face since Rodney Dangerfield, he talks like his mouth is always filled with marbles, and he still wears that God-awful over-sized clock. If I was a woman (that's a huge "if", by the way), I wouldn't be caught dead on this abomination of a show. This is just one more reason why nobody with an IQ higher than 90 watches VH-1 anymore. Oh, well, there's always "Celebrity Fit Club" and "Breaking Bonaduce".

I LOVE this movie. I remember the first time I rented it when I was 11 years old, and I had no idea what it was about or what the hell was going on, but the costumes, the special effects and the acting, top-notch. In fact, I loved it so much that I used to let my shirttail hang out of my coat in the winter and pretend I was a Sandman. If that's not a sure sign that you have no friends, I don't know what is. I especially thought it was cool how they made Washington, DC look so dilapidated, and who could forget Sir Peter Ustinov's absolutely brilliant performance as the Old Man? In fact, when I was in Washington about seven years ago, I actually tried picturing how it looked in the movie. FYI, not as easy as you'd think it would be. In short, if you like science-fiction, flashy effects, cats and Michael York's hairstyle (which, BTW, I actually used to have...sort of), this is definitely the movie for you.

It's now officially safe to say that this show is an omen to all the insanely idiotic supercrap that we'll be force-fed in the near future. When I saw the previews for "Mr. Personality", I thought this was as low as Fox could possibly sink. Naturally, I couldn't have been more sadly mistaken. How wasted does one have to be to say "Here's an idea: have two spoiled rotten bubble-headed bimbos live with a bunch of backward hicks and make a TV show about it! Are we geniuses or what?"? As if society isn't having enough trouble recovering from "Deliverance", now there's this piece of manure to traumatize us even further. In short, I'd rather watch Jessica Simpson read "The Catcher In The Rye", while having a root canal with no anesthetics whatsoever, than rot my brain with this crud. Also, if this gets picked up for a second season or gets nominated for a single Emmy, I'm never watching TV again.