MDL:SF focuses on three real estate agents, two white males and a token Afghani Muslim male. "Justin" is a native San Franciscan. How do we know that? Because native San Franciscans are like vegans or people who don't own a TV and make sure you know that in the first 13 seconds of meeting you. "Andrew" shares a loft in South Beach with his fiance Paul and I'm guessing one to three dogs. He grew up in Florida and had to steal toilet paper to survive. Roh escaped from Afghanistan on a donkey and suddenly Andrew's toilet paperless past doesn't seem so shitty WHOOPS SORRY ABOUT THAT.
I grudgingly have to admit that Roh is actually kind of likable what with his indomitable spirit and pretty wife and cute baby and whatever.
IN THIS EPISODE each agent is tasked with selling a different MILLION DOLLAR LISTING. As you know, a MILLION DOLLAR LISTING in San Francisco is just a VACANT FUCKING LOT, so this show is actually Multi Million Dollar Listing.
|This is a $1,000,000 vacant lot at 501 Noriega. Bring a tent!|
Justin seems to live with a married couple and their child in the Marina, but oddly does not appear to be a manny or in a polyamorous triad with them. Maybe Justin made less than $200K last year and thus can't afford his own place.
Andrew is tasked with selling a concrete box in Alamo, which is not in San Francisco or actually anywhere near San Francisco and actually doesn't really exist at all except in the sense that it's a zip code containing houses out there in the far fucking East Bay somewhere. Somehow Andrew is more annoying than anyone else on this show, and I'm including the entrepeneur with "Adventurer" in his Twitter bio. Anyway, if you want to live in a magazine spread in Alamo that's your problem.
Roh is trying to unload a monstrous pile in St. Francis Wood for like $6,000,000. PROBLEM: Everyone knows that St. Francis Wood is for olds who know better than to spend $6,000,000 on a house. How to get the young, hip, and horrible into SFW? SOLUTION: Market the place as a soundproofed after-hours party palace! That should go over well with the CEO of Wells Fargo next door. Roh's business partner Joel is a game show host crossed with a Pomeranian and I hope we will see more of Joel let me tell you.
The producers bring our three agents together at a clearly staged party at the end, where Andrew announces that he's bought the domain names of the other two guys' actual people names. What kind of weird fucked up stalker shit is that. That is one step away from showing them telephoto pictures of themselves in the shower. Why are you such a fucking creep Andrew.
FINAL SCORE: Justin sells the Noe Valley imported Italian countertop for $3.8 mil. Andrew is mad because some guy with an accent invited the owners to the party where he was going to sell the house and now they want to keep it, destroying everyone's life in the process. As far as I could tell, Roh has not yet unloaded Geritol Studio 54 and still has an enormous and frankly frightening beard.