I know thatlast week I whined
about the fact that the writers’ strike equals crappy television for Miss Pop Rocks. But I would be remiss if I did not take a minute and cheer on the glorious television BET show that is “Hell Date
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.” It’s this kind of fine reality television that might just make the strike bearable for me.
For those of you who are unfamiliar, “Hell Date” is a kind of parody on all those cheesy blind date shows that became popular a few years back. The deal is this: an unsuspecting woman or man goes on a blind date and agrees to be taped, thinking they are taking part in a dating reality show. Everyone else is in on the secret: The blind date is actually the date from Hell. He or she may pass gas, pick their teeth, talk about their hot crotch (honestly), hit on the waitress, or physically assault the unsuspecting dater.
The best part? Just when it gets a little too crazy, a male midget dressed in a red vinyl devil costume runs out onto the set poking his red pitchfork, revealing the whole date to have been a scam. This leads to the mark screaming, laughing, and in general saying that they just can’t believe they’re on “Hell Date,” y’all.
The show must be seen to be believed. While its quality is still a bit above such late night low-brow staples as “Cheaters” and reruns of “Jerry Springer,” I must admit it’s just as addictive. My only question is…why does the devil have to be a smiling midget? In my mind, the devil is always at least six feet tall with infected gums. But maybe that’s just me. – Jennifer Mathieu