January 31, 2005 12:00 PM

FOX (Wed., Jan. 26, 9 p.m. ET)

They tried farm life; they took a road trip. Now Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie will be staying in a different home and sampling a new job in each episode of The Simple Life: Interns. They haven’t changed their “Look at us—we’re spoiled!” routine, but let’s accept the sameness and deal with the two-episode premiere on its own terms. How might Paris put it?

That’s hot: It’s funny that these jet-setters are reduced to taking the bus. “There’s people on it,” Nicole sniffs as the Greyhound pulls up to transport them from Manhattan to Bayonne, N.J.

That’s not: The bus takes the girls directly to the house of their first hosts, and apparently they’ll get door-to-door service for the rest of the series. No waiting in smelly stations. Too convenient.

That’s hot: Reporting for duty at an auto-repair center, Paris and Nicole immediately complain about the baggy polyester uniforms and ask for the nearest lingerie store. Why sacrifice style and comfort?

That’s not: Totally predictable comedy. It’s only a matter of time before Nicole backs one vehicle into another.

That’s hot: The premiere’s best laugh comes when our fair interns mess up an advertising firm’s mail room and their supervisor sputters, “This is really, really not cool. This is super not cool.”

That’s not: Ignorance and stereotyping aren’t amusing. Paris sees no difference between China and Japan, and the girls start yakking about Mafia connections as soon as they meet their Italian-American hosts in Staten Island.

That’s most definitely not: Paris and Nicole have three dogs in tow, and the pampered pets poop twice on their hosts’ carpets. Must we see the evidence?

DRAMA

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