None of the charm of “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” makes the transition to Bravo’s femme spinoff. Inherently lacking the blend of sexual tension and personal chemistry that makes “Straight Guy” such a consistent winner, “Queer Eye for the Straight Girl” stumbles where it should have most easily stepped gracefully — in the selection of the makeover team. The “Gal Pals” are no Fab Five.
The Gal Pals — Honey Labrador, Robbie Laughlin, Damon Pease and Danny Teeson — are there to provide “the look,” “the locale” and “the life,” with the bonus of a female perspective from “the lady.” They know their way around a few L.A. shops and the Grove and, having decided “straight girl” Nicole H. doesn’t have much taste, the Gal Pals make their decisions pretty much without her guidance.
Nicole doesn’t appear to get half the help a male counterpart would receive. Her junk-laden L.A. home is pretty much tossed out the window and replaced by furnishings she seemingly has not chosen; instead of learning to cook, she’s given some jars to open; and when it is noted that she enjoys red wine, they proceed to teach her how to pour port. The girl is in need of serious training and she gets none, beyond the advice to treat her butt to the occasional facial.
Significantly, the sentimental segment of the show — there’s always one, isn’t there? — finds the victim sharing memories of her late father. Makeover of the apartment has no personal touches, a big minus considering how often the Fab Five take what’s important to an individual and make it a key part of their new home.
Not one of the Gal Pals exudes the honest charm or wackiness of Carson Kressley, Ted Allen or Thom Filicia. The Gal Pals make sexual innuendo jokes whenever possible, which would be OK if they were witty or fit the context. After one episode, “Queer Eye for the Straight Girl” is already in need of a makeover.