October 23, 2006 12:00 PM

ABC (Mondays, 9 p.m. ET)


As a reality franchise, The Bachelor might be getting overripe. A damp ugliness is beginning to seep out. This time the eligible man has the cachet-licious name and title of Prince Lorenzo Borghese. He’s aristocratically slim, but he grew up from the age of 5 in Connecticut, and as an adult he founded a company called Royal Treatment Pet Spa. That probably won’t end up being chiseled into the ancient Borghese family crest in St. Peter’s Basilica.

The premiere seemed more degenerate than romantic, with malcontent wannabe princesses peering down from a balcony as our boy Borghese, in the leafy garden below, flirted with several women. When some Italian beauties were ushered in as surprise rivals, the Americans looked as if they were ready to start clacking their tongues and letting loose some sort of primal sexual shriek.

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