The tension between Hannah Ferrier and Captain Sandy Yawn is palpable on Below Deck Mediterranean this season- and that is putting it mildly. Hannah also has tension with Captain’s pet João Franco and since he is kissing Brooke Laughton– Hannah isn’t happy with Brooke either. Yikes. There’s just so much drama to follow.
Brooke just seems like a nice person who’s doing her job, so it was very interesting watching Andy Cohen pushing her to spill some tea on Watch What Happens Live. Hopefully Hannah wasn’t watching- at least until the very end, when Brooke came to her defense in response to the last viewer question.
So last night the crew of Below Deck Mediterranean was in beautiful Capri where the setting couldn’t be more perfect for backstabbing, complaining, and 30th birthday parties.
Adam Glick and Hannah Ferrier live in parallel worlds where each believes they’re single-handedly responsible for successful charters, so when the primary winds up in the kitchen asking why dinner is taking so long, Adam sears Hannah with his angry eyes. It is HANNAH’S JOB to read minds of the guests, and assuage those minds like one kneads bread – and no one who isn’t clad in a Motor Yacht Talisman polo (or crocs!) should enter his teeny overheated prison of fishy smells and fishier business.
For once, though, just for once(!), it is not Hannah’s fault. Hannah actually had given Adam a 10-minute warning, but the guests decided 10 minutes was too long after they’d already been waiting an hour for the slow-to-get-dressed member of their party. It’s that lady’s fault, not Hannah’s.
Why are so many people unhappy on Below Deck Mediterranean? From the crew to the guests – why must all these interlopers to the bucolic scenery, ancient towns, and stunning blue water bring their cloudy, crusty, rosè tears, tequila tantrums, and salty swimsuit bottom dramas?
WHO LOOKS FOR REASONS TO COMPLAIN AMID ALL THAT BEAUTY? Well OK, I could see being unhappy with Joao Franco, but I can’t see willingly exposing yourself to his predatory nonsense ergo looking for reasons to be unhappy with him (I’m looking at you, Brooke Laughton and Kasey Cohen!).
As for everyone else being so sad – maybe it’s the realization that they pale miserably in comparison to everything the Mediterranean has to offer, which brings out the worst in these people. They are all the gumballs gunking up the deep blue sea.
Uh-oh somebody’s lying! On last night’s Below Deck Mediterranean, Hannah Ferrier discovered that Kasey Cohen lied on her CV and is completely unqualified to work on a super yacht! Meanwhile Joao Franco sucks up to Captain Sandy Yawn in an effort to undermine Conrad Empson while he’s crazy in love. The good news is we finally got some good guests! Not only were they not horrible, they were truly delightful.
The episode opens with the crew out on the town. Brooke Laughton is sulking on a dirty street corner like the naughty school girl she swears she’s not and gives Adam Glick some word salad about how much she likes him. When Adam doesn’t reciprocate she bursts into tears. I would’ve sworn Adam was the type who couldn’t resist a damsel in distress – turns out I was wrong! He gently explains to Brooke that she’s just drunk, lonely, and emotional. (Does anyone else suspect producers put her up to this to try and tempt Adam back into Sandy’s trap?!)
Happy Tuesday! We have another new episode of Below Deck Mediterranean on tap tonight! We’re only six episodes in and we don’t see any signs of the drama slowing down! If you need to catch up on last week’s episode, read it here.
Tonight we’ll see Hannah Ferrier’s ongoing struggle with her under-performing Third Stew, Kasey Cohen. Things comes to a head when she learns Kasey lied on her resume. Kasey claims she had a friend “polish” her resume and she didn’t look it over before submitting it. She also comes clean about her “barista” training, which involved pushing a button on a coffee machine, not like “formal Starbucks” type training. I have to wonder – why didn’t this come out during her interviews? Those would’ve been important things to cover, no?
Last night’s Below Deck Mediterranean was a Las Vegas all you can eat buffet from guests who treated Adam Glick like a short-order cook instead of a professionally trained chef! (Have I ever felt bad for Adam before? Did he deserve it after last season’s blatant disregard of guests’ wants?)
Anyway, the whole thing made me glad my puny microwave is the only automatic chef in my house!
I get it. These people, led by “Honey“ (the name of a stripper whose act is ‘baby spice’), are hungry and they are hungry in a very specific way, like for TOASTED buns and French fries with their steak dinner (that’s pomme frittes to you, mister!), and I understand they become hangry if their food isn’t perfecto, but they needed to drop anchor on their overly-entitled gullets.
hooooooney Haaaaanaaaah, it goes down just as sweet. Poor Hannah Ferrier is drowning in her desire for Conrad Empson, and while she has her head in the clouds, everything else on Below Deck Mediterranean is sinking. Especially Captain Sandy Yawn‘s opinion of her!
So here we are in the high seas with one charter’s breakfast service going to crispy toast in a bread basket. If only Kasey Cohen could find her way out of the laundry room to help Brooke Laughton and if only Hannah could find her way out of Conrad’s dreams, Captain Sandy may have gotten either her omelet or her toast in a timely (re: still hot) fashion! Instead, Sandy has to track Hannah down, like a dog sniffing out a dropped piece of meat, and finds her sitting at her computer ordering supplies for the next charter.
Episode 4 of Below Deck Mediterranean is on its way tonight and there is just so much going on. As per usual, the yachties have charter guests to please, but there is always so much more going on beyond that.
Yes, the guests can be demanding, but that’s not even the half of it when it comes to this show. When one crew member gets in trouble, there’s a trickle down effect to all of the members below their rank. And then there’s the tension between the crew members- some of it of the romantic variety.