The Bachelor might have just ended, but like most viewers at home, Chris Harrison is still wondering what the heck happened on Monday night.
At the end of the two-hour finale, Juan Pablo sent Clare home, ultimately choosing Nikki. The live audience applauded as Clare gave the Venezuelan a piece of her mind and were also dumb-founded as Nikki professed her love, only to have those feelings hardly reciprocated when he offered her the final rose. At the live After the Final Rose special, things only got more bizarre and tense as a defensive Juan Pablo refused to truly say whether or not he even loves Nikki and all but chided Harrison for asking the questions that anyone who stars on this show is supposed to be asked.
ABC topped Monday with all things Bachelor .
Juan Pablo's two-hour finale averaged 9.6 million viewers and a 3.2 in the adults 18-to-49 demographic, up almost a point from last week to hit a season high, but it was down three tenths from last season's closer. The Bachelor: After the Final Rose (11 million, 3.8) was flat with last season's.
On NBC, The Voice (13.6 million, 3.7) dropped eight tenths to tie a season low, leading ...
Her nightmare is over: Andi Dorfman has been chosen as the next star of The Bachelorette.
"This is the first time it's starting to feel real," Andi said after the reveal on Monday's After the Final Rose special. "I feel all in, I'm mentally all in, emotionally all in. I'm in a place in my life where I'm so ready for this... At the end of the day I cannot wait to hopefully say, 'You are the one. '"
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The finale of The Bachelor was just like the entire season: messy, unpredictable and all about Juan Pablo.
It's hard not to want to believe in talents like Alfonso Cuaron (of the amazing Gravity) and J.J. Abrams (no TV explanation necessary). These two very busy visionaries lend their names, and Cuaron his directing chops (in the pilot episode, anyway), for NBC's otherwise painfully derivative Believe (Monday, 10/9c), which plays like one of those middling Stephen King melodramas about supernaturally gifted children on the run for their lives.
Cuaron elevates the stock clichés with visual motifs of a butterfly providing mystical guidance and a dizzying flock of pigeons (my idea of a living nightmare) subduing a Big Bad Female Assassin in a loft. It's a handsome looking pilot, even at its most predictably familiar. And as Bo, the spunky little girl whose psychic and paranormal gifts seem to have no end — or, maddeningly, definition — Johnny Sequoyah is agreeable company, never too cute even when the script calls for Bo to be cloyingly precious. Because believe it or not, Believe feels it necessary to squelch the chase-thriller elements with schmaltzy subplots reminiscent of Fox's short-lived Touch. Bo knows goodness, and in between close calls as she eludes her well-funded potential kidnappers, she somehow finds time to inspire a young doctor to get past his crisis of confidence.