Andy DehnartBravo’s Make Me a Supermodel 2 has mercifully come to an end, and I have no idea why I kept watching other than the way it literally helped me fall asleep regardless of the time of day I watched it. Young Branden Rickman won, thereby completing the arc the producers have been building all season of his cocky boy to cocky pre-teen journey. It’s not much of a surprise considering how many of the judges decisions seemed to be based on story and narrative arc rather than, like, modeling. If it was based on modeling alone, Jonathan would have won, although he won the $10,000 fan favorite prize.
Anyway, the season was pretty damn awful. By ditching the live format for season two, and by failing to realize that a single photo shoot and a house full of blah models is not enough to fill an hour a week, the show’s producers and network didn’t refresh and improve it, and instead pretty much killed it.
Really, the only reason to watch was to look at the hot, sometimes naked bodies, and to the producers’ credit, they let the camera linger a lot on the exposed flesh, and even on bare butts and breasts barely covered. There was certainly no reason to watch for the judges (snooze) or hosts (the new co-mentor was just awkward), even though they were replacements for boring people.
And don’t even get me started on Tyson Beckford, who’s animated and interesting when he’s interacting with the models, but is a terrible robohost, and cannot manage saying lines that are, I’d assume, being read to him in his earpiece. He turns into an absolute zombie, and whoever let that happen for not one but two seasons in a row should be ashamed.