Picks and Pans Review: Paradise Hotel
If you liked Temptation Island, you'll like Paradise Hotel. In other words, if you like trash, you'll like garbage.
Here we have another FOX reality series in which hot singles flirt, fight and scheme in a tropical setting—in this case a luxury resort whose location is not revealed. (Are they afraid aroused viewers will storm the place?) While we at home watch the occasionally steamy action and eavesdrop on the endless whispered intrigues, so does a studio audience in Los Angeles. Every week a hotel guest is eliminated and the survivors vote in a new player, choosing between two hopefuls who make on-camera appeals in the studio after applying via the show's Web site. All this is presided over by host Amanda Byram, a saucy Irish import who strives to titillate.
Paradise Hotel has had only one briefly redeeming feature. The first substitute player to join the party was the seemingly modest Dave, who is neither handsome nor a hardbody. Acknowledging the largeness of his ears and nose, Dave offered himself as a representative of average guys everywhere. But this breath of fresh air turned sour when Dave arrived at the resort and quickly became a major annoyance, proving one doesn't have to look good to display bad manners. Even worse, the woman he coveted most complained about his ill-kept feet. Really, how yucky can it get? BOTTOM LINE: Paradise, get lost