Dr. Robert Rey—known as the colorfully-dressed, martial arts practicing Brazilian plastic surgeon on TVs “Dr. 90210”—has managed to get a little more press for himself in the wake of tragedy. Only Dr. Rey and his sleeveless scrubs could take a horrifying murder and turn it into a photo-op.
The world has gotten to know Dr. Rey as the semi-dedicated family man who will often put his martial arts training ahead of spending time with his family. Of course, if you were permanently attached the constantly-whining Hayley after a lavish exchange of wedding rings, you might spend extra time away, too. First, the silicone-enhanced former wannabe-actress whined because their house was too small. So he bought her a bigger house. Then, she whined because it was too big. The skeletal Goldilocks can’t seem to get what she wants, except for the shamelessly wealthy plastic surgeon husband.
He's Never Met a Bright Color or Photo-Op He Hasn't Loved.
Dr. Rey has become a much sought-after surgeon since his first appearance on television. He does good work, is considered handsome by women who can look past his clown-colored thousand-dollar suits, and has that charming Brazilian accent. And his patients seem to find it charming when he flirts with them. Ick.
And he loooooves the press.
So, naturally, after the horrific murder of Jasmine Fiore and the consequent fleeing of her ex-husband Ryan Jenkins, Dr. Rey had to weigh in. Climbing out of his black Maserati in his signature sleeveless scrubs, the surgeon was happy to see the folks from TMZ lurking in the parking lot of his office. In his unique style of English, he spoke of the “super-sad story” and then said, “I’m glad I ran into you guys.”
Of course you are, Dr. Rey.
He then went on to explain—without a note of sadness—“how neat it is” that the way the police were able to identify the body of the slain woman was by the serial numbers on her breast implants. Luckily, he just happened to have just such an implant in his hands. He showed on the box where the serial number is, then where it is on the inner packaging, then where it is on the paperwork, and, finally, where the serial number is written on the implant itself. He took out the little ‘B’ implant—a size I don’t think he’s ever put into a patient—and showed the cameras, up close and personal, where that little identifying number is on every fake breast in the world.
He also noted “how neat that this girl was identified seemingly by something frou-frou”. Neat indeed, Dr. Rey. Neat indeed. As if she might not have ever been identified were it not for her plastic surgery.
Except for this little thing called “DNA” that Dr. Rey seems to have forgotten. Word is, that can be helpful, too.
On a side note, the late Ryan Jenkins, in between break-ups with his wife, was on two different reality dating shows: “I Love Money 3” and “Megan Wants a Millionaire”. Evidently, the screening process for these shows needs to be altered somewhat. Former MTV “Road Rules” alum Mark Long told TMZ that this kind of thing makes reality TV “scary”.
Of course, some of us have always thought it was, anyway.