Showing posts with label Camille Becerrra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Camille Becerrra. Show all posts

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Stefan Richter Wins the Super Bowl of Trash Talk: “Latin Chick” Camille Becerra Is “So Fucking Bitter”

















Well, possums, we can’t say we blame the Season 5 contestants (and Tom Colicchio) for questioning the “All-Star” bona fides of the past seasons’ representatives who showed up for the asinine Super Bowl-themed episode.

After all, the only thing the “challengers” have in common was residence in New York, where the show was filming. (Spike Mendelsohn, who has opened a burger joint in D.C., splits his time between the capital and New York, and the ACELA ride surely posed no problem to a man who would crawl on his hands and knees over broken glass to attend the opening of an envelope if there were a camera within 10 feet.)

And yet, we had no idea Herr Richter was quite so adept at smack talk (as demonstrated in this video). Of Miguel Morales: “He is a banquet assistant chef. And he warms up 85 plates at one time in the oven.” Ooh, burn.

But the whole Camille thing has us puzzled. Bitter? How came he to this conclusion?
















Ok, so her restaurant was gutted by fire, and she’s sporting East L.A. homegirl bangs, but is that enough evidence from which to deduce that she’s bitter?

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Baby (Got) Back

Possums, we were unexpectedly called away on a business trip, and so were unable to blog about last week's episode.

And yet, having seen the episode, we can't say we missed much. We offer a little "chea" and sympathy to Camille, who, like her literary namesake, was killed by consumption--of her cake by the judges. Now we'll never have a chance to discuss her eyebrows. But we did admire how well she took the news at Judges' Table; studying with a 100-year-old Zen master will do wonders for one's composure.

As for composure, Casey "Junior Missy" Thompson threw a major hissy following the immunity curse. Darlin', those tears were moving but not really worthy of Miss Sweet Potato.

We did decide that we want to live with Dale in a pineapple under the sea, now that he is turning out, after much prayer and handwringing on our part, to be a halfway decent Gay Villain, versatile and willing to fall on a big sword. ("Pineapple upside down cock?" queries Miss XaXa. Along those lines, she has a confidential message to Hung: "Creamy goes good [sic] with sweet, but it also goes good with salty.")

But really, though we're loath to confess it, we're bored with this season. Not that we want Marcel and Ilan back, but surely there's a happy medium between misdemeanor assault and inducing narcolepsy?

At any rate, we're back and looking forward to tonight's telenovela-flavored episode. In true Telemundo style, there'd better be hair-pulling, eye-rolling, and illegitimate children.