The Overnights: 'Ultimate Fighter 10,' Episodes 11 and 12
Jake Rossen Dec 3, 2009
“The
Ultimate Fighter 10,” easily the most insincere, labored, and
puzzling season of a series that began as a good idea -- “Big
Brother” with headlocks -- came to its merciful conclusion
Wednesday, but not before viewers were treated to another jaw
session between coaches Rashad
Evans and Quinton
Jackson.
The tension is supposed to be palpable, but both men flex and circle each other with such physical intimacy that one could almost – almost -- get a “Top Gun”/Tarantino vibe from it.
“Let it happen,” Evans says.
“Treat me like a b-tch,” Jackson says.
“You soft, dude.” And on and on. If this episode doesn’t get an Advocate write-up, they’re asleep at the wheel.
It’s all blather about nothing, though, since Jackson is getting concealer applied to his face for some brain-melting summer movie: with no fight in place, it’s like watching someone put a race car in gear, rev the engine, and then kill the motor.
The same applied to the season’s molestation of Kimbo Slice’s fame, with ads constantly teasing a comeback. Question mark Matt Mitrione fought after all, but Slice was refusing to fight regardless because of arthritis in his knee. That leaves a Saturday final between Roy Nelson, whose cannonball into a pool could affect the Earth’s rotational pull, and Brendan Schaub, a guy I barely remember having fought.
Slice’s fight with Houston Alexander will likely draw the live finale’s highest quarter-hour over the weekend, though there are only three days to promote it. He’s popular, if not insanely talented, but talented heavyweights are hard to come by. This show proved it.
The tension is supposed to be palpable, but both men flex and circle each other with such physical intimacy that one could almost – almost -- get a “Top Gun”/Tarantino vibe from it.
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“Treat me like a b-tch,” Jackson says.
“You soft, dude.” And on and on. If this episode doesn’t get an Advocate write-up, they’re asleep at the wheel.
It’s all blather about nothing, though, since Jackson is getting concealer applied to his face for some brain-melting summer movie: with no fight in place, it’s like watching someone put a race car in gear, rev the engine, and then kill the motor.
The same applied to the season’s molestation of Kimbo Slice’s fame, with ads constantly teasing a comeback. Question mark Matt Mitrione fought after all, but Slice was refusing to fight regardless because of arthritis in his knee. That leaves a Saturday final between Roy Nelson, whose cannonball into a pool could affect the Earth’s rotational pull, and Brendan Schaub, a guy I barely remember having fought.
Slice’s fight with Houston Alexander will likely draw the live finale’s highest quarter-hour over the weekend, though there are only three days to promote it. He’s popular, if not insanely talented, but talented heavyweights are hard to come by. This show proved it.
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