Everyone’s favorite reality teevee rocker is back!
No, Bret Michaels isn’t starring in a mobile dating show called “Slut Bus,” or a whodunit called “Who Gave Me The Herp?” Instead, it’s “Rock My RV,” wherein Bret transforms broken-ass recreational vehicles into probably uninsurable tricked-out behemoths.
Basically, it’s “Pimp My Ride,” but with RVs.
Evidently, slate.com calls it “The best reality makeover show yet.” Umm … OK?
Thus far, the show has taken on projects like transforming a 20-year-old RV into kind of a family pimp palace, and turning an old ambulance into a Bigfoot tracking vehicle.
You know that part of me that saw the same poolside waiter 4 years in a row and immediately became concerned about the guy’s retirement plan? Yeah. That same part of me thinks that none of this dumpy RV rehabbing is economically responsible. But that aside …
… Yeah, it’s still a bad show.
I know. I know! I can’t help it – I’m so annoyed by Bret acting like he comes up with these designs and then is actively working on the team who does all the implementation. He’s like the smarmy kid in a group project who doesn’t do anything but tells the teacher crap like, “I feel like we really pulled together as a team.”
Bret helps with demo. They once showed him doing some spray painting. But other than that, he uses “I” and “we” a lot and slaps down design docs and says stuff like, “I want 4 pop-outs. Can we do it?”
Evidently, in Older RV Land, 4 pop-outs is impossible, due to, like, science and stuff. And the fabricator dude was like, “Ehhh … I can’t do 4, but I can probably do 2.” And Bret was like, “I know you’re great at what you do. Try to get 4 out of here.”
So, he’s That Guy. That Guy who also says, “I really wanna honor this vehicle, you know what I mean?”
Perhaps I am not the target demographic for this show. I hate camping. And I can’t help but hold it against Bret when he pronounces “philanthropy” as “philantropy” or uses terms like “reimaginated.”
Why wouldn’t that stuff get edited out? Do the producers want Bret to look dumb? Because it’s working.
At the end of every show, there’s the big reveal. The RV is hidden behind a curtain, and Bret hollers, “Rock! My! R! V!” Then, 2 scantily clad women called “The Bretettes” drop the curtain, and the RV in question appears, surrounded by fire.
It’s so cheesy, it’s almost awesome. Almost. I just can’t get around the ego at work here. Because Bret’s ego is the only part of him working. Maybe I just have PTSD from too many group projects gone bad. And that PTSD is combining with my fear of camping, and this is just not the show for me.
Then, there was my husband’s comment: “I’m really disappointed by the lack of sluts in this show.”