While the concept of having a group of beautiful strangers cohabitate in hopes that someone will come out, get their extensions ripped out, or simply get booted out, is nothing new. We've all witnessed the unwieldy drama of shows like The Real World and Big Brother. But Make Me a Supermodel kicks the suspense up a notch by throwing seven guys and seven girls in one house, all with (supposed) equal opportunities of becoming America's Next Top- I mean, uh, an extra super supermodel with a $100,000 big ones and a contract with New York Model Management. Judges Tyson Beckford and Niki Taylor decide which model (usually clad in an outfit that's excruciating to look at it and probably even more excruciating to wear) can not only takes the best photos, but who can feign aloofness while walking down the runway in a thong bathing suit. The judges then order the winner to throw another model to the wolves, i.e. the viewers, who cast their votes every Thursday at 10pm to decide if the chosen model stays on the show or not. So here we have a show that forces its contestants to have every inch of their bodies scrutinized regularly, and then destroys whatever small bit of comfort they once had by turning them against each other. Brilliant!
