Russian Dolls

A sassy piece of voyeuristic candy that explores the Russian immigrant community of Brighton Beach, N.Y.

Huge egos, big tempers, blood feuds and bling.

Dolls has the acrylic stink of a low-rent reality show. Small dramas--like the twentysomething whose parents disapprove of her Spanish beau--could be interesting; instead, it all just devolves into Girls Behaving Badly.

Russian Dolls reinforces every negative stereotype about Russian women.

It feels like a retread--and a toothless one at that.

The producers didn't have any difficulty recruiting a gaggle of vain, vulgar spendthrifts willing to hiss, preen and cry on cue for the camera.

Russian Dolls is so busily edited--is any shot longer than 3 seconds?--that there's no flavor of anything.