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First there was Cara, then Trista. And soon there will be Dave.
Although little consideration is given to last names in the ever-expanding realm of reality television, Cara would be Cara Kahn (formerly Nussbaum), graduate of Washington University and strumpet extraordinaire on The Real World Chicago; Kirkwood native Trista is the Rehn clan's giddy blond Bachelorette; and Dave is 23-year-old St. Louis University High alum Dave Giuntoli, star of MTV's Road Rules: South Pacific, the pioneer network's Real Worldstepsibling whose twelfth season debuted Memorial Day.
Toss in Survivor: Amazonnutjob Janet Koth of Manchester, and the proliferation of St. Louisans on reality television is a veritable phenomenon.
"It's luck of the draw that people from this area seem to be getting on," observes Webster University communications and journalism professor Art Silverblatt. "There's a tremendous interest in people to get on these programs. It's a great opportunity to promote themselves as celebrities. It puts them in a different realm."
Knocking back rum-and-Cokes at the Delmar Lounge on a recent Tuesday, Giuntoli makes no bones about the realm he's about to enter. But unlike Kahn -- who, after servicing the lead singer of Big Head Todd in front of Real World cameras, proceeded to pose for Stuffmagazine, ink a fat endorsement contract with Wyeth Pharmaceuticals, embark on a nationwide college tour to promote her favorite Wyeth-manufactured antidepressant and move to Los Angeles in an attempt to kick-start an acting career -- the Road Ruler doesn't seem to harbor any delusions of grandeur. Or, for that matter, any delusions whatsoever.
"I know I'm not going to be the next Patrick Swayze," says the blue-eyed, heartland-hunky Giuntoli, a Frontenac resident who earned a bachelor's degree in international finance at Indiana University. "I'm just the guy who wants to make a fuck-ton of money right now."
Giuntoli figures he's got four to six months -- "until the next cast," he says -- to rake in that fuck-ton. To do so, he and two of his female castmates have signed with Los Angeles-based Direct Entertainment Group, which will be booking a tour of appearances for the trio at everything from nightclubs to malls to "a rich woman's daughter's birthday party," in Giuntoli's words.
Though Giuntoli expects he'll have to come up with some sort of topical shtick for events that require him to speak, he says he'll mainly be getting paid in the vicinity of $1,500 a pop to "just be." (Road Rulers aren't paid for their roles on the show, though they stand to make a few thousand dollars per alumni "challenge" appearance in subsequent years.)
"The goal of my life is to get paid to act like a toddler," Giuntoli says. "I can always do business finance, but I don't want to. My life is a spaghetti social right now."
How Giuntoli landed in that plate of pasta is more of an odyssey than his two-month physical-challenge-laden voyage through Fiji, New Zealand and the tranquil Tahitian island of Moorea. Last spring he was one of 800 IU twentysomethings to attend an open casting call for The Real Worldand Road Rules at Kilroy's sports bar near the Bloomington campus. (In all, 30,000 hopefuls vied for spots nationwide.)
"It was 'Wear a Funky Shirt and Act Like an Idiot Day,'" Giuntoli recounts. "You go through this velvet rope -- ten people at a time -- and you instantly feel like a star. You really do. Then icebreakers ensue."
Giuntoli was one of 50 Hoosiers selected to fill out a military-style personality survey that had him weighing in on everything from his attitude about abortion to how much he liked to party. After he was instructed by the show's creators, Bunim/Murray, to produce and send in a videotape of himself executing extreme shenanigans such as skydiving, a month of silence elapsed. Then, en route home from a November Wilco concert at the Pageant, Giuntoli got a phone call notifying him that he'd made it to a semifinal round of 80 prospective contestants in Chicago. That led to a round of 30 in Los Angeles, where, he says, he "felt like a rich person's cat: fluffy pillows, good food -- really corny shit."
When he was included in the final field of thirteen -- the total number of participants needed to fill out both Real World and Road Rules casts -- Giuntoli figured his noncompetitive nature would land him on the older, more domestic show. Giuntoli speculates that he ended up on Road Rules as a check-and-balance to earthy Montana snowboarder Abram, eccentric lard-ass Bostonian Donell and high-maintenance fashion hottie Cara (not to be confused with Kahn) from Ohio.
"They're head cases," Giuntoli says of his cohorts, absent the slightest hint of disdain. "They just get swept away by life. I was cast as the normal dude."
Judging from the meet-the-cast episode that aired May 19, normal dude Dave is also the guy who lures a lassie or two into the sleeper loft of the Road Rulers' RV, a guess Giuntoli will acknowledge only with a smile. But he's quick to stress that the sex-drenched vibe given off by the show is soaked in boob-tube hyperbole.