‘Jersey’ ladies go from shore to city in tedious spinoff
By Lori Rackl email@example.com June 20, 2012 4:16PM
‘SNOOKI & JWOWW’ ★
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Updated: July 23, 2012 6:55AM
Snooki is about to spread her stupid from Jersey Shore to Jersey City.
This Garden State locale in the shadow of the Big Apple serves as the setting for MTV’s latest “Jersey Shore” spin-off, “Snooki & JWoww.”
The series stars pint-sized and preggers Nicole “Snooki” Polizzi along with Jenni “JWoww” Farley, whose combined ages eclipse their IQ scores.
The once single-and-very-ready-to-mingle BFFs are both in committed relationships. JWoww has been living with her beefy beau, Roger, while Snooki’s engaged to her baby daddy, Jionni. Impending motherhood has slammed the brakes on Snooki’s shot-pounding shenanigans; fist pumps have given way to a baby bump.
The self-described guidettes decide they want to get a place together in the city for one last hurrah, although I’m sure this was the show’s producers’ idea, not theirs. We’re told that Snooki is 24 and tired of still bunking at home, while JWoww is nearing 30 and doesn’t want to have “any regrets,” a category that apparently doesn’t include urinating in public more often than most pet dogs.
The first episode, riddled with enough high-pitched screams to fill a horror movie, centers on their apartment hunt. When Snooki’s father explains that she’ll need to set up utilities in her new crib, his daughter contemplates thrifty cost-cutting measures like using candles instead of light bulbs.
“I know a lot of Amish people do it,” Snooki says to the camera. “They don’t use electricity and they’re rich, I feel. They have their own freakin’ companies, like, everywhere.”
These kinds of inane Snooki-isms, along with enough partying to fell a frat house, helped turn “Jersey Shore” into the highest-rated series in MTV history. But after five seasons and two spinoffs, the “Shore” shtick — like the cast — is getting old. And like the “Shore’s” other offshoot, “The Pauly D Project,” “Snooki & JWoww” is further evidence that this gym-tan-laundry cult is more entertaining as a band than as a bunch of solo artists.