From Gina Bellafante's NYT review of the new season of "The Hills":
"During its third season, which picks up again on Monday after a three-month hiatus, “The Hills,” set among young aspirants of the Hollywood Hills’ music and fashion industries, has continued to track the emotional warfare between former best friends Lauren and Heidi, while delving more deeply into the twistedness, gaslighting and superficiality of the boyfriends who ensure that the tortured rivals treat each other like Crips and Bloods. The show that looked, in all of its Antonioni-esque plotlessness and dreamy cinematography, at the ignominies of youthful friendship has turned toward the more conventional cruelties that good-looking playboys perpetrate on young women who wear low-rise pants and put on boots in warm weather."
The girls in "The Hills" certainly share a similar aimless searching to some of Antonioni's characters, and she's right about the dreamy, otherworldy photography and pace. What are the Hills girls looking for? Better boyfriends and hotter careers? Better clothes? More shoes? By contrast, there is an abiding sense of soul searching, a quest for meaning beyond what society offers, in "L'Aventurra" or "L'Eclisse". It's a insightful, depressing piece, nailing the soullessness of this "faux-improvised reality show", and by extension all of us who follow it or, in fact, write about it.