Episode 1: Wedgie Patrol

December 07, 2006

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Watching episode 1 of “Manhunt” is an overwhelming experience. Like Thanksgiving at Grandma’s house when the table is overflowing with so many dishes you want to try (or have to try so as not to insult Aunt Betty who spent all night on the six bean casserole). Really, there’s just so much going on, so many contestants, so much stripping down to bad underwear…

Okay, stop.

Yes, “Manhunt” is early reality TV, but didn’t these guys think to wear their best underwear? I mean, really. My mom taught me to wear my best underwear every day when I was about five-years-old and getting my first physical at the pediatrician.

Since then: no bad underwear allowed. Ever.

But onward toward the real, er, meat of “Manhunt Episode 1.” It/they arrive simultaneously as the bad underwear. Host Bruce Hulse reads each guy up-side-down-and-sideways. (Do we love, or hate him? I think love, no? The grizzled gray hair is sexy, no?)

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