John Dvorak splits the Joe Millionaire atom by calling it a hoax.
He's right, of course: last week my buddies and I happened to flip it on before we watched Band of Brothers on DVD. Within three seconds I could tell by the predictability of subject interaction and facial expressions that the show was scripted. No girl, however mindless, is guileless enough to allow an onlooker - much less an army of cameras - catch her firing a singing glare at her rivals. And that's just for starters.
I watched about two minutes - not nearly enough to be able to write as tactile a review as Dvorak, but Good God, enough to realize how insulting to the intelligence television can be.