Biggy is scared to tell his girlfriend that he will be moving to Las Vegas.
Aside from JWoww, who could easily become the most successful female professional wrestler of all time, Pauly D is the only Jersey Shore cast member with a marketable skill — unless you consider drinking to excess and micturating in inappropriate places a marketable skill. I don’t know anything about dance, or house music, or trip-hop, or whatever the kids are calling this electronic beeping “music” these days. But I do know that that Pauly D, whether he is actually any good or not, is one of the most popular DJs in the world.
The Pauly D Project premiere follows the aforementioned Mr. D and his pals as they party their way through Vegas before a show at The Palms. After some mild c-blocking at the hotel pool by one of Pauly’s hangers-on, it’s time for the big show at The Palms.
Things at The Palm start slowly as Pauly’s DJ equipment goes on the fritz after Pauly’s first big “drop.” Eventually the technical difficulties are remedied and Pauly, a born entertainer if there ever was one, brings the house down. After making him sweat it out for six months or so, The Palms calls and offers him the job at the club’s resident DJ.
On the surface, this would seem like a dream come true. But Pauly doesn’t go anywhere without his crew, and Biggy, a member of his posse, is scared to tell his girlfriend that he will be moving to Las Vegas. “I’m afraid she’s going to the shred all of my underwear or rape everyone in the house,” Biggy says of breaking the news to his girl.
To celebrate Pauly’s new venture, the crew throws a party at the place it all started: Ultra Night Club in Providence, Rhode Island. “Wish me luck, I’m going to Vegas!” he shouts at the crowd, without a hint of irony in his voice — more proof that of all the Jersey Shore cast members, Pauly is by far the sincerest.
While I’m sure the Pauly D Project will be the most entertaining and least grating of all of the Jersey Shore spin-offs in the works, I have a hard time recommending the show. As much as I love the Jersey Shore, it — and its cast members — have long since bumped into the Law of Diminishing Returns. My suggestions would be that if you need your Pauly D fix, throw on a rerun of Jersey Shore — they’re not hard to find, MTV run them virtually 24 hours a day. There’s really no need to invest yourself in an entirely new show, unless of course your one of Pauly’s “stalkers.”
This review originally appeared on TV Geek Army.