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Michael Burford

MTV Reality star Michael Burford has been arrested in West Virginia on suspicion of driving under the influence (DUI).

Burford, who features on MTV’s Buckwild program, was busted in the early hours of Friday in Charleston for allegedly speeding.

He failed a field sobriety test and was subsequently arrested, according to TMZ.com.

It is the latest legal drama to hit Buckwild, which centers on the lives of nine fun-loving young adults just out of high school in rural Sissonville, West Virginia – fellow star Salwa Amin was arrested on Monday on felony drug charges.

Photo Credits: Charleston Police Department

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SURVIVOR: CARAMOAN - FANS VS. FAVORITES

Welcome to Survivor: Caramoan, Fans vs. Favorites. The Favorites (Bikal Tribe): Andrea Boehlke (Survivor Redemption Island), Brandon Hantz (Survivor South Pacific), Brenda Lowe (Survivor Nicaragua), Corrine Kaplan (Survivor Gabon), Dawn Meehan (Survivor South Pacific), Erik Reichenbach (Survivor Micronesia), Francesca Hogi (Survivor Redemption Island), John Cochran (Survivor South Pacific), Phillip Sheppard (Survivor Redemption Island) and Malcolm Freberg (Survivor Philippines).

The Fans (Gota Tribe): Laura Alexander, Sherri Biethman, Hope Driskill, Eddie Fox, Julia Landauer, Alexandra Phevitz, Michael Snow, Shamar Thomas, Reynold Toepfer, Matt Bischoff.

The Fans come in on a boat, while the Favorites get helicopters. And Jeff Probst, that wild and crazy guy, apparently parachutes down from a towering cliff, where he’s been shouting about 39 days and ONE SURVIVOR.

Probst gathers the Fans on the beach for their first glimpse of their new frenemies. Just to show them who’s boss, the Faves’ helicopters land close enough to literally kick sand in the Fans faces. Probst immediately sets the teams a challenge, with a reward of fire, and twenty pounds of beans. Two members of each team must race into the water to retrieve a ring, and then get it back to their pole while fending off the other team.

Phillip takes the opportunity to strip down to his – yes – pink briefs. The melee gets hot and heavy, as everyone fights their hardest. Probst, in the water himself, is shocked when Shamar yells out “Break her wrist!” Although Shamar says he really meant “Break her hold,” a lonely bird whistle signals that the Fans are here to play HARD.

The Favorites win the game when Malcolm wrestles his way out of his shorts (“Go naked”, yells Erik from the sidelines) and into victory. Phillip tries to corral the rambunctious Brandon by pretending to be a football coach, (“Alright guys, that’s enough, bring it in.”) to whom no one listens.

On the Fans (Gota) beach, they find a machete and a barrel of rice. Mountain Man Matt immediately gets to work building a shelter, with everyone’s help. But ex-Marine Shamar disses their work, saying that the most important priority is getting fire organized. Matt says he is the shelter guy; someone else will have to work on fire. Having thoroughly bummed out the group, Shamar wanders away, and does absolutely nothing about either fire or shelter. I guess his work there was done.

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American Idol

So far this season has been essentially a typical one for ‘American Idol.’

Despite the promise of revolutionary and wholesale changes from the producers running into the season, we’ve essentially seen nothing new thus far except for the new judges. Yes, that could be considered a big change, but really it’s been the same nonsense as any previous season – the same type of auditions, the same bickering, and the only real difference being determining whether or not Keith Urban is actually a living human being or a tattoo practice mannequin with a bad wig.

Last night, we saw our first big wrinkle and I’m not sure it worked.

Group night used to be the most “reality” show evening of the entire ‘Idol’ run, a night where having to choose groups, rehearse and the drama inherent with watching a bunch of people who think they’re God’s gift to music actually try to work with a few other people took the show off its feel-good rails for a few hours and finally got down and dirty with the rest of the reality dreck.

In other words, it was just horrible and nasty fun.

Last night, not so much. A steamrolled 120-minutes that saw no ladies, just dudes paired together by the producers and ramrodded through a dozen or so performances before we even realized who had sung what, who got through and if anybody got into a fight backstage.

All that drama was cut for the most part while we focused on singing. None of it very compelling, a lot of it downright bad.

First, it was an a capella round for the individual boys. My favorite (the singing doctor) went out before he got a breath of screen time and a few fan favorites got through. It all happened so fast that I barely caught who was left standing. For a show notorious for stretching time as much as it possibly can, this was like Usain Bolt on bath salts – fast and delirious.

Once that confusion was settled, it seemed like the fighting and bickering about who would be in whose group was about to begin. But what’s this? Nigel Lythgoe is putting the groups together!? Well isn’t that…boring?

This seemed like a perfect opportunity to see the stuttering guy wandering around for a group to join. For the outcast kid to end up without a group. For diva-tastic Papa Peachez to proclaim he doesn’t need a group and attempt to go it alone before getting stuck with the stuttering guy and outcast kid and yelling at them the whole time.

Where was that moment? I wanted that moment! There’s really not much use to Hollywood week besides those moments. A bunch of overtired wannabes stumbling over lyrics to songs everybody’s heard 15,000 times while trying to choreograph a lame dance routine in a hotel lobby bathroom. That’s what we’re supposed to get out of this round.

Instead we just got a whole buncha singing. Endless singing. Performance after performance with little more than Seacrest’s introducing the groups in a quick breeze through fifteen seconds of their rehearsal and then…there they were. Performing. Like this was a singing competition and not a bizarre Thunderdome of emotional breakdowns that made this such a unique and compelling week for this show.

Sure, some of the performances were memorably bad, but not enough to undo the lack of the backstage squabbles that are supposed to define this stage of the just. The whole evening was just lacking without these, like a circle that doesn’t quite come fully rounded – just left feeling utterly incomplete.

I don’t know what other changes the producers have in store for us this season, but so far they 0-for-1.

What did everybody else think of Hollywood Week’s new look?

Top Gear

After looking for the nation’s toughest trucks, the guys of Top Gear are now on the hunt for America’s toughest car. There are only two rules for this search: each car has to be at least 20 years old and cost no more than two grand. Other than that, anything goes…of course, because this is Top Gear.

Before we get into tonight’s episode, let us wish a very happy birthday to Adam Ferrara, who celebrated his special day last Saturday – by freezing his behind off in Iceland filming another segment for the show. Happy birthday, Adam. The things you do for our entertainment will never cease to amaze.

Now let’s get to the action. Our heroes meet in San Bernardino to compare their choices for the contest. Rut arrives in a ’90 Volvo wagon, which Adam describes as a “piece of crap.” Adam’s selection is a ’92 Chevy Caprice, “another old person’s car” according to Rut. That leaves Tanner, who shows up in a cloud of dust behind the wheel of a 1987 Toyota Corolla, which he has to enter through the passenger’s door.

The first challenge is, obviously, a drag race – a practical must for any Top Gear head-to-head-to-head matchup. Tanner takes an early lead and cuts off Adam, while Rut just kind of hangs back and contemplates his Volvo’s lack of power. Adam eventually passes “Race Boy” and wins the race, while Tanner gets bleeped. His ego might be a little bruised after that.

Challenge number two takes place at the shooting range of San Bernardino Sheriff’s Training Facility, which Tanner lovingly describes as “a bullet strewn hellhole.” As you can guess, this task requires shooting each other’s cars with a shotgun, and seeing what happens. Tanner has way too much fun blowing out windows on Adam and Rutledge’s cars, so Adam gets his revenge by annihilating the Corolla’s driver’s side window and putting a few holes in the driver’s door, too.

But it gets worse for these veteran vehicles. A guy from the bomb squad (or at least that’s what his shirt says) arrives with explosives to see if the cars can survive being blown up. Awesome fireballs ensue to go with the shooting damage. The challenge goes down as a draw. Our heroes still have to drive their newly remodeled vehicles on to their next challenge, and they shockingly all start, although they’re much less pretty than they used to be.

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