Judge David Johnson would have divorced Hank Baskett, after he muffed that onside kick.
Our review of Kendra: Season 1, published January 29th, 2010, is also available.
I may not be the target audience for this breezy reality series, but I'm not so jaded and douchey that I can't see it as a surprisingly worthwhile pursuit for some. The first season did very little for me, as it seemed Kendra—as in Kendra Wilkinson, former Playboy Playmate and star of The Girls Next Door—was determined to craft for herself a quirky reality persona. In the end, her various misadventures (She installed a stripper pole in her living room! So quirky!) came across as lame and contrived. I had little use for her cutesy schtick.
But something happened before the second season of Kendra: she got knocked-up. As Season Two opens, Kendra is quite pregnant, and the season follows her progression right up to the delivery. She and husband Hank Baskett—the Indianapolis Colts star who earned some unfortunate infamy for taking a Super Bowl onside kick to the face—navigate the treacherous waters of gestation, hormonal imbalance, and whipping oneself back into Playboy shape.
We get 540 minutes of this and I could understand if, at first blush, you recoil in horror. But I'm a convert! It's not making my Top Discs of 2011 list or anything, but Kendra has dispensed with the goofy hokum and turned in a surprisingly genuine look at motherhood and the challenges that go with it.
Thumbs up to Kendra Wilkinson for letting the cameras capture her at her most vulnerable and non-airbrushed. She visibly struggles with her appearance, following the birth of the baby, with one episode devoted entirely to her angst over remaining attractive to her husband. Sure the culmination is a charming date night with Hank espousing his love for her, but Kendra is up-front about her insecurities (that she allows the cameras in dressing rooms capturing her nude and semi-bloated is even more jarring!).
Gone is the flighty "You go, girl!" corniness that embodied the first season, replaced by an authentic peek behind the make-up and glamour. Literally. Kendra barely wears any make-up. It's a small thing, I know, but anytime a celebrity is willing to let his or her guard down to this level it's noteworthy.
Not all the episodes are grueling treks through a wasteland of complex emotions and post-partum depression. There is still a decent dose of tomfoolery. It just all feels more grown-up.
The DVDs: 1.78:1 anamorphic widescreen, Dolby 2.0 stereo, deleted scenes, outtakes, and uncensored versions of each episode.
Not Guilty, and I'm not ashamed to say it.
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