Meanwhile, back in the Big Brother house, Jase, Scott, and Holly spend a lot of time bemoaning the burden of being beautiful. (They aren’t, by the way.) Jase says that women, initially attracted by how good-looking he is, are always surprised to discover he is also smart. (He isn’t.) That’s because the women he attracts are like Holly, who seems to have had the greater part of her brain sucked out and pumped into her chest. But the real fun in watching the show is knowing that Jase’s alliance with the other males in the house (“The Four Horsemen” – but of what?) is his closeted version of sharing a house on Fire Island with Scott, who’s even more stoopider than Holly.
The TV reality concept is stretching itself mighty thin these days. Amish in the City, in which five Amish twenty-somethings (who look 40) from rural communities, experiencing the Pennsylvania Dutch rite-of-passage called rumspringa, move in with six city kids in a tacky modern house in the Hollywood Hills, was an idea that might have sounded good at the meeting: Witness meets The Real World. Unfortunately, it gives off that UPN stank. The urban kids are cretinous in an unphotogenic way and the Amish are, surprisingly, way too sophisticated to make interesting television – in fact, they know all about TV and sex and beer and seemed unimpressed with limo rides and cell phones and one of them suggested that STUD be shaved into his chest hair. They even play well with the grating house queer, who would find it difficult being liked in an all-gay community.