I’m just going to come out and say it: I wasn’t looking forward to season two of Jersey Shore. In a simpler time, before The Situation got a book deal or Snooki‘s poof had its own Facebook page, there was an unexpected, magical air about the show.
These eight tanned, gelled, single-minded party let loose in a beach town in New Jersey, with as little regard for the cameras as one can have on a reality TV show. It harkened back to a time when the genre was fresh and new. They showed up with garbage bags instead of suitcases. They proudly called themselves “guidos,” sought out “juice heads,” and didn’t feel the need to explain themselves. They threatened to leave the house after the first night, with no concept of the massive fame they might be squandering if they took off.
And now? Snooki ditched her modest ride from Seaside and rolled down to Miami in an Escalade. Vinny‘s sweet Italian family took bets on how many women he’d bed this time around. There are five-figure paychecks per episode at stake. Or as my editor so eloquently put it, this season it’s Jersey Shore, With Publicists.
All of that said, I’m holding out hope. Like Sammi‘s feelings for Ronnie, I can’t shake the affinity I used to have for the little show with all the unintended hilarity. It’s leading me on, too, with a bunch of gems from last night’s premiere episode:
“I feel like a pilgrim,” Snooki quips when she’s forced to do laundry in the sink. “From the friggin’ ’20s!”
Vinny describes a very drunk Ronnie as being “obliviated,” which I can only assume means being both obliterated and oblivious – a lethal combination in any beach town.
And finally, the clever editors at MTV provided the laugh of the night. En route to the club, they cut from the girls brawling like wild animals in their cab … to the guys sitting in contented silence in theirs.
Welcome back to Jersey Thursdays! –Rennie Dyball
Tell us: What did you think of the season premiere of Jersey Shore? Are you excited for season 2?