H8R

The angel on my shoulder says H8R is a piece of slime, bringing out the worst in everyone involved. But the devil on my other shoulder says this show is the logical outcome of our culture's celeb-obsession, and everyone involved gets precisely what they deserve. Which is soooo fun to watch.

If you intend to think that hard about this silly show, don't bother watching it. The interesting elements have little to do with the hater-versus-hated matchups, anyway.

It's such a tepid effort it's almost a shame to waste harsh adjectives on it.

A reality show that makes a good point about not judging books by their cover (or their own reality shows), though it is artificial and thin and smeared with the dubious glitter of minor celebrity.

Ostensibly an anti-bullying effort for the TMZ era, it makes the celebrities look like giant babies.

Not buying it. Not watching it. Feel free to hate H8R, and should they come knocking, don't let them in. No one needs to be on TV this badly.

Mario Lopez, my name is Daniel Fienberg and your show sucks.