So tonight the two-part finale of Top Chef kicks off.
My grand unification theory for Bravo “reality” series is, at best, on life support. The theory is that each of these shows’ final threes must include:
- An arrogant SOB
- A cute chick
- A hypertalented, usually gay, guy.
It usually makes for a decent dramatic triangle; the guy everyone loves to hate, every girl’s best pal, and someone to keep the fellas tuned in.
So this year, we have:
- Richard, the hypertalented and not remotely arrogant straight guy.
- Stephanie, an extremely talented chef (she and Richard, if memory serves, won the most eliminations) albeit not Casey-Thompson-level eye candy.
- Lisa, the mercurial, lesbian whose cooking during the show was seemingly hit-and-miss (she was a regular on the “chopping block” all season long), who beat out Antonia (who had, if memory serves, won several quickfires and a couple of eliminations, and who’d never been on the chopping block) in a really questionable call.
I’m gonna give my theory another season before I officially retire it.