At the outset I thought the Jamaican weather was going to rival the gale-force conditions we saw in the Bahamas or wherever the hell their other non-budget-stretching Caribbean location was like lo, those ten days back. But then Mo Nature settled and we confirmed that only these producers can make Jamaica look like Rangoon or Camden, NJ. Caila's river ride down the Ganges featured an ill-timed reboot of her programming, and she and Ben soon shared some awkward "jerk chicken" at a place with a name like a reggae rub-n-tug. This girl seems inoffensive but is completely fake, and I don't want to watch a second more of her, which is usually the main qualification for the next Bachelorette, so ink her in.
Meanwhile Lauren got adorable sea turtles and "Mel" while Joelle and her assets choppered around and broke out that. Damn. Swimsuit.
I assume he had relations with all three. Of the two actual contenders, Joelle sure looked much cuter in the morning, as Lauren had one of her periodic aging Keebler elf faces on post-roll. What a chameleon. One awkward dispatch of Bachelorette Caila (zzzzzzz) later, with her ALMOST dealing the How Could You Bang Me Card but stopping at the last second, two love-yous and it's chaos. A clearly drunken Harrison slips in to collect his $200K check for 30 seconds' work, makes faces, and then we have an RC with very little suspense (and no Harrison). Floved the clumsy champagne toasts as both gals knew something was up. Jojo looked hot; Lauren looked fine. Off to . . . exotic Irvine for the finale? Oh, no, back to Indiana, I guess, or something, after TWTA and the OliviaFest.
Insane brothers aside, he should pick Jojo and her developments, but he won't. And I didn't care about the I love you x 2 play, because it was hilarious and this show is camp.