The title has a sort of infantile insistence to it. You want to chide, "Make me a supermodel, please." The show itself, though, is a painlessly smooth runway stroll, thanks to the unvarnished attractiveness of its young contestants. It almost seems beside the point to learn that Colin, a college student, is a virgin or that one of the girls—named Salome—has displeased her Mennonite family with her fashion aspirations. In the opening challenge of the second-season premiere, the models are paired off, hoisted far above the ground in a Plexiglas box and told to strike an intimate pose. Make them come down, now.