Manhunt, Episode 6: Shake It, Work It, Bring It... Blew It

Five models left (actually, four) with a chance to be America’s Next Male Supermodel. Things are getting serious, and the final five (actually four) are whisked away to beautiful Puerto Rico. All the guys gush about Puerto Rico and their swank accommodations at the Paradises Hotel.

In the lobby, Kevin P. (model mole) tries to encourage the guys to take tequila shots. Hunter smartly draws the line at one. To us, he says it’s serious business now, he needs to keep his head on straight. The guys get not-Tyra mail saying they are going to have to show the "look that sells." No one knows what that means exactly. They are about to find out.

Kevin tells us he’s going to give the guys the impression that he’s running away with the competition. Time to push them.

On the beach, they meet Art Minds, one of the world’s most respected calendar photographers. (Calendars... look that sells... get it?) He says that the guys who like to see themselves in the mirror always do well with calendar shots. All the guys point to Maurice, to his horror. Rob says he has never met so many self-absorbed men before in his life.

Art tells us that calendar modeling is all about selling yourself, not a product – unless you count yourself. He says Hunter has a strong aura and presence – but, he could use a better haircut; Jon is the most enthusiastic and it shows in the photos; Rob will make a great fashion model, but he’s like a bookish guy, not much into sports, shows in the photos; Maurice was a high school athlete, shows in the photos, good at presenting himself and his physique; Kevin, he asks, how long has he been a calendar model? "Three minutes," Kevin lies.

The twist to this challenge is the winner will be decided by the public. The model whose calendar "sells out" first wins!

Photo shoot over, the boys play on catamarans and here comes Carmen. She has to be lifted in the boat, of course. She wouldn’t want to get wet. Considering she’ll be on a boat, surrounded by WATER!

Bruce arrives to take the men to their calendar displays. He tells the guys that the winner gets to choose their wardrobe for their runway challenge tomorrow. Most of the guys are impressed with the calendars, but Rob says, "I was nervous about this challenge before, now I’m mortified!" With good reason. His cover looks washed out somehow, and his strong features are layered in shadows! Bruce takes the men to a secluded room where they can watch the public reaction.

The first couple of ladies who wander over quickly snatch Rob and Kevin’s calendar. Rob breathes a temporary sigh of relief. It will be a while before his is chosen again! Meanwhile, Jon’s calendar is flying off the shelf. One lady grabs Maurice’s, sighing, "Vin Diesel!" Maurice takes complete umbrage to that. A particularly, shall we say, dandy guy grabs Hunter’s calendar with glee, making Hunter blush furiously. Suddenly, it looks like a neck and neck battle between Jon and Kevin’s calendars. The deciding vote vacillates between the two, but settles on Jon’s! He wins! Kevin comes in second, followed by Hunter. Maurice’s calendar (featuring his first smile, as Rob points out) drags into fourth, and poor Rob’s calendar is growing cobwebs.

Time to choose the wardrobe – what there is of it. Swimwear is the statement of the day. Jon is a bit worried. He’s glad he won the contest, but remembers Matt got to choose his wardrobe when he won a contest and he was booted right after. Jon says he’s choosing smart instead of instinctually, and chooses a white box-short with green flowers. Kevin (pretending to step up his game) chooses a teeny weeny burnt orange Speedo. Looks like we’re going to know a lot more about Kevin than we may have wanted to. Ahem. The guys learn they have more than one outfit to show. Some of it would only fly in Puerto Rico. Maurice fears he’s going to look like "a Puerto Rican pimp with a pair of nice sunglasses." Indeed.

The guys are shown the "runway" which is actually a glass walkway over a huge swimming pool. Very cool. They also meet Doug Ordway, who will be snapping pictures as the reach the end of the runway. Bruce, Marissa Miller, and Carmen Electra settle in to judge. Jon goes first, getting an appreciative whoop from the crowd. Unfortunately, he all but ignores Ordway, who is screaming his name to get his attention. Maurice goes next, doing his serious face again, and looking, says Bruce, "a bit robotic." Hunter strides out, hoping to exude confidence, and the judges say he succeeded. Then comes Rob, who says he knows he can do good runway, and his montage begins the slide into horror. What was a serious Rob descends into Boogie Rob, dropping it like it’s hot or something. Rob, my boy, what are you doing?