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I Want to Be a Hilton
The Premise:
Paris’s mom preps “societally delayed” contestants who seek the penthouse-trust-fund-purse-dog trifecta.
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Should You Bother Watching?
Astonishingly, yes. Kathy Hilton’s kiss-off (“I’m sorry, you’re not on the list”) is both stupid and brilliant—just like the show itself. And the strivers are a perfect blend of hateful and endearing, such as Jaret, who declares of Hilton, “Her shoes cost more than our mobile home!”
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Trading Spouses: Meet Your New Mommy
The Premise:
Two contrasting families trade matriarchs for a week: Abandonment issues and serial pouting ensue.
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Should You Bother Watching?
Sure. The moment when vegan evangelist Barbara shows a gruesome animal-rights video at a dinner party belongs in the Reality TV Hall of Fame. But with red-staters reliably cast as charming naïfs to the blue states’ uptight Wasps, the fish-out-of-water gags can get old fast.
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Hit Me Baby One More Time
The Premise:
It’s where-are-they-now? karaoke, as former pop stars perform a hit, along with a few new tracks.
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Should You Bother Watching?
Sparingly. Some bands are fun to revisit—decent acts like Howard Jones are mixed in with grating has-beens like Wang Chung—but overall, the show’s just depressing. Do we really need video evidence that Loverboy should now be called Loverhandles?
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Beauty and the Geek
The Premise:
Seven dorky guys are paired with attractive but dim gals; all compete to bag $250,000 and, possibly, each other.
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Should You Bother Watching?
No. The girls are tested on brains while the guys are tutored on “game,” i.e., what you should hate instead of the playah. (One such lesson: seductive massage techniques.) With a premise this sexist, the show makes you wish the couples will flee, not hook up.
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Hell’s Kitchen
The Premise:
Twelve aspiring chefs compete to win a restaurant, under the sharp-tongued tutelage of chef Gordon Ramsay.
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Should You Bother Watching?
No. Tormentors can be fun, but even Simon Cowell is leavened by the gooey sweetness of Paula Abdul. Ramsay is more like Cowell on a bender: He berates contestants so over-the-top-ishly that you expect—and root for—one to rear back and sock him in the jaw.











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