Our sincerest thanks go out to Don/Fashionasart for creating this fabulous recap. In record time, too. Enjoy!
I don’t do blow-by-blow. (Some will no doubt find a pun there.) Instead I’d like to try something that’s qualitatively different from previous recaps. I’ll include some familiar ingredients, but with more of an overview. and accompanying character (or personality) sketches that should stimulate some passionate discussion here, especially since many of the posters are fiercely partisan. I should say up front that I have never been a dedicated Nick fan nor a Santino basher, though I am well aware of the talents of the one and the flaws of the other. On balance, as designers, I would have to assign them pretty close overall scores. They were, in other words, each other’s PRIMARY competition—sharing that 30s/40s/50s Hollywood, slightly hyperbolic, slightly fetishized fashion bias, and it was always probably unlikely that both would make it to Fashion Week. (I had predicted that either
Nick or Kara would be out this episode, and without Santino’s substantial, if overbearing input, it very well might have been Kara.)
With Andrae gone, I knew it was going to get ugly and personal, and it has. He was Santino’s ‘whipping boy”, which good-natured Andrae accepted with exceptional grace, even a touch of bemusement. Nick and Dan by day two, had, probably inevitably, teamed up against Santino, with Chloe and Kara watching from the grandstand as (somewhat) innocent bystanders. Meanwhile Santinno, minus Andrae, began doing a one-man show, comprised of bad, repetitive, even repulsive comedy bits—for the most part
without any audience, which only drove him to greater heights/depths of perversity. Unquestionably the quotable bon mot from this episode was ”you can’t polish a turd”—but I don’t think that anyone out there is rushing to put it on a tee shirt.
Except for Santino (who is always clear, if not blunt) and the emerging but still slightly nebulous, subterranean resistance of Nick, the subliminal crosscurrents in the workroom, which I think were the real ”star”, or protagonist of this episode, are difficult to put ones finger on or to articulate clearly: We were sloshing, along with the designers, though a fetid emotional swamp in which tension, frustration and physical exhaustion (in Emmett’s recent interview he said that they
were constantly deprived of sleep) played equal, competing and continuously shifting roles. The competition has gradually worn their protective armour thin and is now eating into sensitive layers of skin underneath.
Thank God, there is only this one last challenge left. (Man, did Santino ever light up when he heard they have to design a gown), and then six plus months vacation. They’ll need it!!!
In this existential drama, we witnessed all of the designers melting down, even our beloved Daniel, with Nick melting the least, ironically as it turned out. His confidence was racing sadly to a deadend.
”AND THEN THERE WERE FIVE.” (I don’t know who says this offscreen. Daniel, I think.)
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