If the goal of Bravo’s newest stereotyping gang bang, “Shahs of Sunset,” is to make Persians in LA look like egomanical, soulless bores whom you wouldn’t want to spend five minutes with, let alone an hour, then they’ve succeeded.
The show, yet another “ reality” show starring a bunch of rich people who supposedly spend all their time together, partying, fake arguing and creating drama out of nothing, is so dull, it makes “Russian Dolls” look exciting.
The “cast,” you’ll be sad to know, no longer includes a woman named Kathy Salem, who sued Ryan Seacrest Productions for setting her up, exposing her to verbal abuse by this pack o’ Persians and also, she claimed, to being attacked by one furious cast member who tried to rip her shirt off.
I mean, seriously, have you ever seen women beating each other up in high-end restaurants?
If you watch these shows, however, you’d think dinner parties were staged by the WWE.
Anyway, you’d also, by watching this show, believe that all Persians in LA (the largest concentration of Persians outside of Tehran) either sell real estate or buy it.
The cast of ridiculous high-end, high-living Persian Realtors here includes, “GG,” the designated Snooki-ish fiery one. GG is a looker (unlike Snooki) but is shallow and boring. She doesn’t sell real estate since “Daddy” pays for everything.
Mike, 33, does sell real estate and looks like “The Situation” without the fake tan.
Reza, 38, is the token gay, who also sells real estate. He claims to be “98 percent finer than any other Persian man.” Discouraging.
Sammy, 35, is a swaggering chubby “ladies man” who, yes, buys real estate. Yawn.
MJ is a 30-something woman with a bossy mother. She also sells real estate.
Finally, there’s Asa, who doesn’t sell real estate but is an artist and, as such, is the designated outsider. GG attacks her after Asa accuses her of (God forbid!) shopping at H&M. Yes, this is the level of inanity.
If any of this appeals to you, then please tune in.
Me? I’d rather watch “for sale” signs go up on my neighbor’s lawn.