From Hogwart's to high fashion (or at least aspirations thereof): It's Luke Youngblood! This 20-year-old pint-sized cutie, best known for his portrayal of Lee Jordan in two of the Harry Potter movies, is currently appearing in a much different role. Unfortunately, unlike Daniel Radcliffe, he isn't parading around nude! But he also isn't in some stupid play stabbing horse's eyes either.
No, Lukey is on ""Project Catwalk," the British equivalent of "Project Runway." Currently in its second season, this reality TV experience is hosted surprisingly well by Kelly Osbourne. Check it out if you get the chance. It's got just enough drama and some hilarious characters, and is worth watching for Luke's crazy 80's outfits alone. But, whatever you do, don't post spoilers, because I have only finished episode seven and I don't want to leave the edge of my seat.
Finally, last night was the makeover fantasy on ANTM. There was drama, there were tears, and there were weird Photoshop effects in the "after" photos that made every girl look like a trannie. Except Jaslene, who simply became an anorexic man! Seriously, her ice cream photo made her look like she belongs in some famine documentary or Sally Struthers commercial. Eat some dulce de leche instead of wearing it. Maybe her hunger is causing her hearing loss!
Otherwise, Renee continued to be a psychotic bitch, Jael was tortured by a weave and its subsequent removal, as well as the news that her friend died of an overdose. Overdose. Overdose. But she pulled through, with the love of Christ via Whitney, and turned it out. Brittany took a break from PMS crying to win the challenge and take the best photo, plus she told off Renee. If Natasha gets kicked off soon, which I no longer want to happen, she can audition to play Cleopatra in a production of episode 2.10 of "Rome." Also starring a nude Daniel Radcliffe as Mark Antony. Coming soon to Brirtain only!
By the way, Cassandra got her wig-weave and her bad self removed from the show. She was nice, but her train wreck fashions and nicenessness over wantingitnessness didn't cut it for Tyra.
Finally, over on "Idol," Diana Ross showed up looking good and singing bad. Sanjaya got a lovely, feminine perm and shockingly was in the bottom two. Brandon messed up his words and was sent packing. Call me, Brandon! There's nothing like BJ to make you forget your troubles.
I'm already growing weary of "Idol." There are only two contestant that I love, and so many I do not love. And memo to that Jesus-freak fatass with the fro: Even my mom, who watches "Til Death" and loves Taylor Dayne, can tell you're a big phony. Go be a youth minister and take your Jars of Clay to the impressionable, nubile young boys who want your--I mean Christ's--love.
Coming soon: WORLD FIGURE SKATING CHAMPIONSHIPS!!! I'll be talking lots more about that, and tonight's repeat of the European finals, which I am literally dying to see.
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