Starring: Paris Hilton,
Nicole RichiePrice: $4.19For Depression-era audiences, much fun on screwball comedies like It Happened One Night and My Man Godfrey, had the pleasure to watch rich people act like loons or get their saving receipts from some Average Joe. The same agents are kicking in the game in the second season of the simple life, in which Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie drive from Florida to California. Without cash or credit cards, they must depend on the kindness of strangers (always baffled men, the women approach for handouts at toll booths, gas stations and fast food joints). The series takes great delight in the implementation of the pampered and privileged duo in embarrassing situations, such as they work as maids at a nudist resort. But despite all of our drivers are worried the game for almost anything and never lose their 'tude. And just when their antics are trying the patience of the audience or sympathy (at the nudist resort, they shamelessly Goldbrick in the labor market, which is demanding as a guest and a maid to clean up the space for which they are) competent to redeem himself somehow. On a cattle drive, they pull a City Slickers and save from slaughter to control a. But receipt? These girls do not know the meaning of the word (fill in your own joke here). They are forced to take out several of its less-than-impressed with the host, but also dishes it out as a witness an episode in which one unsuspecting opponents will be served a dog food sausage courtesy of Nicole. How much of this staged probably beside the point. The Simple Life is unreality television at its addictive. Put the seat belt. - Donald Liebenson