"Curl Girls" knows its audience. And it's not me. Though rippling waves, sand and sun tickle me like some heat-deprived Alaskan, the Logo six-part series, which premieres at 10 p.m. June 18, is like picking up some hunky but brainless dude: Easy on the eyes, but, um, little else.
These six bikini-clad babes – self-proclaimed gay, strong, opinionated (and they mean it) and surf loving females – comprise the "Real World"-in-water series that's overflowing with catty drama that's as appealing as watching any other reality show on TV. Except "Curl Girls" prides itself in knowing its viewers – namely lesbians and hetero men – can't find girl-on-girl "real" action on any other network, and that's ultra irritating. Out flies originality because, Oh, we have cleavage! And bikini bums! And tight tummies!
Where's the surfing? Not here. Those scenes must've been nixed in the editing room since the core of this overly produced 20-minute premiere follows these high school-acting water-women walking the beaches, cozying up to a bonfire (or one of their fellow chicks), or lashing out at a lover.
"Curl Girls" just barely avoids wiping out. Yep, the drama often meanders into catty melodramatic messes, but Jessica adds another dig-worthy dimension in that she's an amateur surfer poised to be the show's Satan.
The show's premiere ends with some bait: a forthcoming surf face-off. Sure, the waves will rise to the occasion, but will we?
Give me a li'l more Jessica, a lot more creativity, or count me out. Boob-pouring babes were never my thing.
{ITAL 10 p.m. June 18
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