A reasonably fun episode with a reasonably fun challenge, yielding some good-to-questionable results and revealing which of the artists is the biggest bitch. We’d say that’s a win all around.
This show does a damn good job of staging its challenges and using the city around them as a backdrop.
Can you imagine Heidi and Tim doing something like this? No, you can’t.
So the challenge is street art and sequestered somewhere in a hotel room in New York, Tewes softly weeps.
And once again they get the best, most appropriate judge for the challenge. Power to the people, Lee.
Also, tiny little shorts.
And gross, bitchy mean girls.
Lola’s bitchery doesn’t surprise us, since we had her pegged as attention-seeking from the first episode, but Michelle’s was a disappointment.
So congrats to Young & Dusty. We can’t believe Young’s won $35,000 already. Could we be looking at WOA’s Anya here? Not that we didn’t think they both deserved to win.
It was definitely the strongest and (probably not coincidentally) simplest of the pieces. Our finely tuned reality TV senses detected that they were getting the winner’s edit when they could barely talk to each other and had no idea what they were doing. They both kept harping on the fact that they’re worlds apart from each other and we just kept checking our watches, counting down the seconds till the lightbulb went off over both their heads and they realized their vast differences could be a strength and something to build off of. We didn’t think it needed the audience participation factor, but Young seems to go for that sort of thing. Kudos to Dusty, who’s really made a turnaround in this competition.
We agreed with the judges that this was a strong piece; just as we agreed with the judges that it wasn’t strong enough for the win.
As bitchy as Lola was toward them, we kind of agreed when she was rolling her eyes at the drab, overthought seriousness of the work. Not that street art can’t do things like explore the dark roots of the immigrant experience, but the piece felt student-y, to be honest. We mostly liked Kymia’s work on the dark figure, but we were confused by Sarah J’s lumpy, smoking, deformed figure, who was supposed to represent “the man.” No, really. She said that. See what we mean about student-y?
To be honest, we were a little surprised by the judges’ reaction to this.
Don’t get us wrong; we didn’t love it, but we assumed the judges would praise it for its energy or naughtiness or something like that. We just thought it was busy and confusing and not nearly as witty or funny as either of the artists thought.
And you just know Lola came up with that title. Girl never met a parenthesis she didn’t like it.
And it’s sayonara to the Sucklord. Lorenzo was shocked it wasn’t Sarah K., but Tom said as soon as they announced it, “I was getting the sense he’d hit his expiration date with the judges.”
There really was nothing much to this piece. What was weird was how excited they both seemed to be while they were in process. Totally couldn’t see the forest for the trees there. The 3d aspect is slightly interesting and we admit, the little rat was a cute touch, but there’s just not a lot going on here. Worse, it looks so rough and crude in an unintentional way.
He made for decent television. We know he got on a lot of people’s nerves, but there was a dorky awkwardness underlying the calculated attention-whoring that at times could be entertaining. The thing is, of everyone left in the competition, he should have been the one most likely to ace this challenge. Instead, he choked. And this came after a series of chokes. Under all the camera-hogging was someone who wasn’t used to the critique process and let it beat all his more creative instincts out of him.
Sarah K.’s lucky, but she should know her sell-by date’s about to come up too.