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I thought I heard "I was hiding something." Guessing he was a prostitute, quite likely gay for pay with the image he has cultivated. Or it's a whole fake out and he was hiding his love of peanut butter or something.

That wasn't the Winterton's house where Oscar was looking for Maude, right? A butler we've never seen answered and then a man we've never seen, who said only he and his wife lived there.

I want more Mrs. Fish.

They should just stop rappelling. It doesn't really scare anyone anymore and everyone knows they're completely safe. Just a waste of time, which I guess they realized when editing this last episode.

The back and forth conniving about the opera houses is getting a bit tiresome. I'm still rooting for Bertha, but all the little ups and downs are too much. I've got the duke! Oh no, now she has the duke! I have the duke again! Oh no, somebody else has the duke! Now the duke has his own duke! What box are all the dukes going to be in?!!

What do you do with one bucket of snow? Or with 10 gallons? To do anything visually nice or fun, the cost is going to add up. And as someone mentioned above, how do you get rid of it? I wonder if 30 years from now we’ll look back on this “agricultural product” the way we look back on 1950s fake snow made from asbestos. Did they mention whether you can make snowballs with it? Even if you can, that means the stuff will splatter all over and soon your $10 bucket of snow is all gone. I imagine lots of disappointed kids.

Goat yoga is usually portrayed as a real upscale thing for suburban housewives wearing designer leotards in a fancy yoga studio. This was just some dirty goats jumping on their backs in a field. Didn't look like anyone was enjoying it, not even the goats. The "reward" challenges have really gone downhill.

Also noticed that right away! Sticking even with a half gallon of oil in the pan!

I get the feeling that all of Steve's insistence that her haranguing him was helpful is just a way to cover for his beloved little girl. He knows it makes her look bad and he's trying to help her by saying it's okay, she was actually helping me compete better. Please don't think my daughter is as terrible as she looked sometimes. In reality, he may not be pleased with how she treated him in those moments but he still wants to protect her.

Yes, and this supposedly was her at her best, on tv with professional help to look good. She always looks like she's ill, struggling, puffy, and just forced herself out of bed to smear on some lipstick. And bewildered, yes, good description.

Did people really do public proposals in that era? I actually don't know, but it felt so contrary to the highly mannered style of courtship and approach to public behavior among this crowd. I wondered the same when the reverend proposed and then made out with Ada in church, in front of the choir. But this proposal was even more ostentatiously public.

And Sarper's instructions for the day included not wearing contouring so her lips would stick out more. They want more of that? But Holly's lips are no better. Her whole face is oddly fascinating. I can't put my finger on what's so strange about it.

Agree. It’s all so elemental if they wanted to solve the mystery. That’s why I think they just got called off and told to go away. The producers told Nev, “They’re not budging and getting pretty hostile. We’ll have to leave and let legal take it from here.”

I almost get the feeling that the mom or someone else told the producers to break it off, that’s all you’re getting. In the pre-Nev investigation the producers might have gotten the whole story, but then the people refused to go through with it on camera and left it with, “So sue me.”

I was confused by the whole thing because I thought surely she's been in the water already by this point in the game. But maybe not? At first I thought she was concerned because her muscles were so wasted from the exertion that she wouldn't be able to swim. But then she doesn't want to swim back to the boat. And then she swims back to boat looking pretty strong. Wierd. What went wrong with screening this season's contestants?

The show's promising concept is ruined by sticking to a strict, never wavering formula. We can all recite it ourselves and we know what scene is coming up next as we watch. I'm sure the formula makes production and editing very efficient but it makes every episode feel like the last one. Just change the names, force some emotion from the owners and staff, and move on to the remodel and new menu. End with Gordon outside summarizing and walking off as he mutters about something he couldn't beleive. Throw in what we now know is a lot of fakery, and you've wasted a good premise for the sake of churning out episodes. I guess they're counting on us to hang on in hopes of seeing something genuine.

The unresolved story with "Boulevard" was odd. I thought the producers already sussed out the real culprits and story line before Nev played catch-up for the cameras. Surprising they would go ahead with a story that has no payoff.

Amen. I suspect the producers feel like they need to show some of the gritty, bad parts of life in that era lest they be accused of just glorifying super rich white people. So they create a separate plot line that feels like a different show entirely, and just tiptoe around the ugly parts. Not necessary.

Re concerns over self-navigation creating too much of a lag between teams and telegraphing who will be eliminated, I've never seen that as a concern and I doubt Phil does either. Sure, it can be exciting to see who ekes out the win or barely escapes elimination, but that's not the only appeal of TAR. I find the navigation or clue foul-ups to be highly entertaining because that's the realistic nature of doing a race like this. Otherwise, you put them all on a shuttlebus like during Covid, they arrive together, and they might as well be doing the tasks in a Hollywood studio.

Marion and the actress are much more successful as a supporting character rather than the subject of the main plot line.

Love the show but alas, it can be a bit heavy handed sometimes. They showed a shot of the restaurant door for no reason as Peggy and the guy were eating, and I said, “Someone’s going to burst through that door soon.” Sure enough, 10 seconds later and here come the racist white men. in the previous episode where Peggy knocked on his door one morning, I said, “He’s going to be shirtless when he answers.” And yep, he was. The hay loft scene did a disservice to what it must have been like in that terrifying situation. I doubt many black people went from “Oh my God, we’re going to be lynched and burned alive!” to romantic first kiss and embrace within 60 seconds.

I wondered why they pulled up mussels in a net bag, looking ready for market, rather than the ropes they showed them growing on. Maybe some regulation about who can harvest the farm grown mussels? (Didn’t matter, just a detail I noticed.)

Jeff just needs to stop.

This Georgia boy thought the same thing. If her parents retained strong Southern accents she might have certain words she pronounced like she heard from them and maybe a soft lilt of the South, but she likely would not sound like she grew up way down yonder. Someone should have suggested the actress dial it back a bit. (A Charleston accent is probably my favorite. 🙂)

I agree, though when Jack's opportunity is discussed it seems we talk of him as if he's in a lowly, dirty job just scraping by in the big city. He's a servant and certainly the upper class he serves looks down on that lot in life, but compared to other men his age in New York at the time he has a quite comfortable, stable, clean, safe job. He dresses and eats well, lives and works in a beautiful, opulent home, though of course his accomodations there are modest. Nothing wrong with wanting to move up, but it's not like he's shoveling coal down at the docks and is desperate for improvement. All that said, I still like the clock storyline and hope his immigrant family name is something Timmexius or Casioman. Perhaps his big revelation will be to strap a leather band to that clock and put it on his wrist.