Logo’s buzzworthy reality franchise has packed up the catfights and champagne-fueled crying jags, gay gasps and bitchy quips—not to mention awkwardly staged conversations in half-empty bars and restaurants—and made tracks to Dallas, y’all. If you skipped the premiere of The A-List: Dallas last night, we are here to serve. Queerty has already covered the castmates and scooped the show’s premiere party in the Big Apple last month.
So here’s the skinny about Episode One: It’s not the fabulous train wreck that is the New York series. Depending on your point of view, that’s a very good thing or a depressingly grim development.
If you want to measure by Bravo’s “Real Housewives” franchise then ALD falls between Miami and New York, better than Orange County and the tragic Washington D.C., but not as eye-poppingly surreal as Atlanta or Beverly Hills. (At least, not yet: a teaser for episodes to come promise plenty of slaps, shrieks and swearing).
There is also a lot of Jesus—as in “Praise Him!” There is Bible-quotin’ and prayer-partnerin’. Still with us? Okay, then, keep reading. We’ll break it down by castmate. Cue the stock footage of oil derricks plunging relentlessly into the ground. Pounding the earth, over and over…