The best idea in the world made for good-to-great TV. If Being Bobby Brown didn't live up to wall-to-wall riot expectations, at least it insistently disappointed to the beat of its own drum. Bobby and Whitney have the charisma and co-dependent humor to merely exist -- neither of them could even define "putting on airs," and their abundance of weirdness means that unlike other celebreality, we won't be seeing any constructed situations or contrived plot points on B Cubed.
The first two episodes of Being Bobby Brown were, if nothing else, educational. We learned:
-Sometimes Bobby looks kinda hot...
-...but mostly, not.
He's channeling Flav here:
And showing off the gut here:
-Whitney still looks great, in her batshit way.
-Whitney prides herself on being "the mean one" and often covers her head (as a result?!?)
Things fall apart:
-Bobby can play the piano -- sorta
-Whitney digs Beyoncé
-Sharks give Whitney the willies
-Whitney has no one but the Newports to blame for her declining voice
-Edddie Murphy likes to play with his own nipples
-"Black love" is scatological (Thought that was brown or at least Brown love?)
I was going to run through a list of quotes, but because Bravo is really looking out for you, I don't have to -- so much excellent material has been subtitled. Yay for mumbling!
Fun with subtitles:
(He totally said "dookie," but whatever)
Whitney's stealing the show and I'm hooked. Next week, Bobby will reassure us that he isn't gay and Whitney brings out the big guns: