Pussycat Dolls Present: The Search for the Next Doll: Pilot (series premiere)
(S01E01) Are you the only person on earth who isn't sick of the song "Don't Cha?" Well, you're in luck. You can hear it over and over again on the newest reality show from the CW.
Pussycat Dolls Present: The Search for the Next Doll is the perfect show to audition for if you are too slutty for American Idol, too untalented for America's Next Top Model and too stupid for The Apprentice.
You may remember the host of the show, Mark McGrath as the lead singer of the band Sugar Ray. Personally, I have a hard time respecting someone who quits being one of the handsomest lead singers around to become a poor man's Chris Harrison.
Also, on hand, is the founder of the Dolls herself, Robin Antin. For you Blow Out fans, Robin is Jonathan Antin's more masculine sister. In the opening, Robin says the Pussycat Dolls are "always evolving." Sadly, that statement does not apply to Robin herself.
All the girls in the competition are indistinguishable from one another, which seems to be exactly what Robin is looking for. Five minutes into the show, I felt like I had gone back in time and was watching the first season Popstars. It only made things worse when Pussycat lead singer and former Eden's Crush finalist Nicole Scherzinger showed up to help out the girls.
Amazingly, the oldest girl in the competition is 24 years old. At one point, she calls herself "the mature one." This turns out to actually be the truth when she is one of the few girls to get a decent nights sleep and avoids getting a virus that makes half the girls violently ill. Which brings me to my next point... I understand that the girls illness adds a much-needed level of drama to the show but did we have to see repeated scenes of actual vomiting? I feel sorry for those of you who decided to check the show out during dinner. Many of these ladies looked like they were so close to death I started thinking the show might actually be part of a murderous plot to eliminate America's hottest women.
I've never been a fan of the Dolls or their "music" but those of you who enjoy songs that rhyme "button, fronting and nothing" might just find this show enjoyable.
The best part of the show had to be the end when one of the girls declared, "I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me." In that case, I suggest you avoid doing math in public.