The Jury House has always seemed like a pleasant place, part vacation spa, part rehab-but-with-booze, part purgatory, all party. It’s a place for evicted houseguests to ponder their mistakes, make peace with their failures, work on their tans, and plot their second acts. Some Jury members find no peace; they opt for the angry-ghost vote, taking out their resentment on the houseguests clever enough to scheme their way into the final two.
But surely, there has never been a Jury House as vicious as this Jury House. Big Meech arrives at the rest home, a revenant betrayed. She thirsts for vengeance against the blonde beauty who expelled her from paradise; she creates a new cartoon character, “Snicole,” a snake with Nicole’s face.
In what I assume is an intentional and clever multilayered linguistics gag, “Snicole” is also a near-homophone for “snake oil,” a product all great Big Brother players wind up peddling sooner or later.
Is Nicole a great Big Brother player? Two years ago, I would’ve said “No.” Two months ago, I would’ve said “Confirmed no.” Two weeks ago, I was coming around. Right now, one week from the finish, you could argue Nicole lucked out: A fine social gamer with a terrible comp record, she found a true ally with a knack for winning comps at the right time. But you have to give credit where credit’s due: Nicole is in charge. Even Da’Vonne admits she’s impressed.
And Da’Vonne, it must be said, is not impressed by much. Case in point: Corey. A delightful conversation on the Jury couch blows up into a cacophony of insults. Da’Vonne and Bridgette make some remarks Corey doesn’t like; apparently, the house is pretty cleanly split between “Corey and Zakiyah” and everyone else. “Paulie, you gotta be at least 6 feet to talk to me,” says Da’Vonne. “You are a punk,” says Paulie. “You only talk down to women. I ain’t heard you buck up to a man yet,” replies Da’Vonne.
Right around then is when Paulie says Da’Vonne is a bad influence on her daughter, and right around then is when the producers get involved. Da’Vonne yells, Paulie rubs his hands through his Bieber haircut, and Zakiyah makes faces that look like cries for help:
“He’s made you look like an idiot on national TV!” yells Da’Vonne at Zakiyah. “You turned your back on me!” retorts Zakiyah. “You make my skin boil,” Bridgette mutters to Paulie. “Derr, Paulie!” declares Paulie.
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