The Apprentice isn't much different from Mark Burnett's other reality series, Survivor. Two teams of 8 people each, challenges to perform and win immunity and rewards, somebody getting booted each week.
But Survivor has bikinis.
The Apprentice has Trump. The guy comes off about as flexible as a 2x4. And who in the world would want to live in that apartment of his? Everything in it is gold leaf and marble-- can we say "Versailles complex"?
The redeeming factor of the show was the boardroom, which seemed more honest, confrontational, and dramatic than the usual tribal council. I liked hearing what Trump and his cronies had to say and the responses from the contestants. I was disappointed that nobody brought up the single factor that seemed to put the women out ahead of the men-- their price point. While the men were flogging lemonade at a dollar a glass, the women were getting five bucks a pop. Forget everything else-- the men simply priced themselves out of the competition.
And come on-- after "The tribe has spoken," is "You're fired" the best they could do? Gimme some zing-- "Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out," or a Mr. Slate riff in the delivery-- something.
Posted by Peter at January 8, 2004 11:37 PM