Wow. I watched the whole show, and what a chaotic mashup of other shows it was. It was sorta Chopped/Cupcake Wars/Survivorman, which is a really odd combination. The smarmy, annoying host is the douche from Cupcake Wars with an overdone accent. The judges were less in-touch-with-their-feminine-side versions of Florian from Cupcake Wars, with a little of the Chopped judges' collective arrogance tossed in. The odd food pairings were pirated directly from Chopped, as was the four competitors eliminated one by one with $10000 at stake. To be fair, Cupcake Wars stole that format from Chopped first, heh heh. The cooking with substandard implements in harsh natural conditions was stolen from Survivorman, but sorry, Les Stroud does it much betta. I mean, Les made a candle from a corn chip and boiled water in a leaf, fer chrissake.
What is it with the FN cameramen? Do none of them get laid at home? I saw more shots of Obligatory Female Contestant's cleavage then I saw of food getting prepared. Also, Obligatory Female Contestant? Girl, if you're gonna wear a thong, don't wear low-waisted pants with it, and especially don't wear a cropped top with it, because the sight of your hot pink thong sticking out the back of your pants while you were crouched down grilling your chicken made me throw up a little in my mouth.
The challenges were lame to say the least. Plating in handcuffs? Hauling a 50 pound block of ice with ice tongs? Making ice cream with savory ingredients? That ain't nothing. How quickly FN forgot the infamous trout ice cream from Iron Chef America.
I can safely say I'm done with this show. And the fact that they followed this show with Triple D (which to me stands for "Douchebags, Dillweeds, and Dicks") was enough to make me write down a note to myself:
Dear Me, Don't forget to turn on FN after NFNS goes off! Love, Me (and the remnants of my sanity)
Edited by Skipper783, Jun 27, 2011 @ 12:49 AM.