Like Gilligan's Island Only Better

After a mere seven days, the 17 members of PBS's Colonial House are already drooling over raw muskrat and barring servants and women from "important" meetings. The House is spiritually divided between the Waco preacher/governor, the intellectual theologian (who, pinkie akimbo, instructs his wife to use the "WHITE truffle oil" in the prequel), and the feminist athiest who cries at the drop of a hat. From the peanut gallery (that would be me and Amy): This show is reality television at its most captivating. Tomorrow promises more of indentured servant Paul Hunt shirtless (!) while governor Jeff Wyers breaks out the scarlet letters.