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Week 3: "Trouble Brewing"
Original Air Date: 2/3/05
By Sarika Chawla
We’re currently in that awkward phase where the producers are making us “get to know” the candidates, so they’re all starting to grow on me. Only when it comes down to the final six or so do they band together with Donald Trump and really start handing out the awards for Biggest Schmoe, Girl Who Flies Under the Radar, and Miss Non-Congeniality.
We’re currently in that awkward phase where the producers are making us “get to know” the candidates, so they’re all starting to grow on me. Only when it comes down to the final six or so do they band together with Donald Trump and really start handing out the awards for Biggest Schmoe, Girl Who Flies Under the Radar, and Miss Non-Congeniality.
There are a few hints on who we’re supposed to hate. In Trump’s recap, we see Brian McDowell’s sweat-soaked face as John Gafford snidely calls him a “silly little man.” Trump apparently agreed with that one, as Brian’s gone now and John rules. Verna Felton has already lost her marbles once, so she may be a good contender for the “Crazy” Stacie Jones Upchurch Award. Trump even recalls that cute squeaky yell of Chris Shelton’s in last week’s boardroom. So…who do we get to hate this week?
Turns out there are a lot of taxis in New York City. Who knew?
Danny Kastner is singing in a teeth-gnashing falsetto about something shining down on him. In a freakish montage, we catch him humming along to the guitar and gushing to the camera about how thrilled he is with his Verna-complete team. “This is going to be great! We’re starting to get along.” He tilts his head in a hippie dippy sort of way. “It’s nice.” Gee, I’m so glad we live in a world of flowers and butterflies and Dannys.
Team Net Worth walks into the suite, sans Brian. “This is a first!” someone calls out. So they definitely didn’t see Elizabeth Jarosz get insta-canned last month—er, season. Apparently they’ve learned the same exact lesson, as Michael Tarshi says: “Rules can be broken. There are no rules in Trump’s boardroom.” Oooh, foreshadowing.
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Since Danny is a gentle soul, he tends to Verna’s delicate condition. “I definitely have inner strength to stay here and stick with it,” she says. “But I’m not feeling really well; I’m feeling really sick.” I’m not sure what’s wrong with her. The vapors? Consumption? Rubella?
Danny, who has now officially crossed over from kooky hipster to freakin’ annoying hippie, arranges a Magna meeting to kiss Verna’s butt. Next time I have an emotional breakdown over missing a meal, I so want him on my side.
Danny manages, once again, to piss everyone off by announcing, “If she’s not feeling well tomorrow and we’ve got to go do the task and she’s got to stay in the suite, that’s cool.” Erin Elmore, wrapped in yet more soft, fluffy material (chinchilla? fox? I dunno.), says to us, “This is clearly kindergarten, so if you need the day off, you sit home and rest while the rest of us work vewy, vewy hard.” Oh no, she did not just talk in baby talk. What with the furry neckline, the curtain of hair, and a spatula-applied makeup, I think I’ve finally figured out whatever happened to Baby Jane.
Still, she makes a good point when she asks if Verna is going to flip out again. Danny tries to pish posh that idea, because of course if that happens, they’ll just tuck her right into bed with a hot-water bottle and some potpourri.
Michael grumps to the camera, “She didn’t look sick at all to me. I feel more sick, and I think I look more sick than she did.” Grrr…don’t you just hate the guy who always has to one-up everyone?
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This is clearly kindergarten, so if you need the day off, you sit home and rest while the rest of us work vewy, vewy hard.
