when is the next episode on??
Who sings this song? I love it!!!
hey I found a few links on one of the sites listed. I tend to use zshare for my American shows so I watched it here after 2 days finally found it! thanks to whoever uploaded it originally :)
Why aren't these links being screened or something. They are all wrong!!
Unfortunately people in the U.K cant access the episode via mtv so if you could give us links that would be much appreciated! I notice all the episodes uploaded are bad how annoying :( I went through each of them lol.
For all of you people posting the links for the Season 6 Premiere you need to look at the offical MTV link. The videos you are posting are not correct, check them before you throw a link up there, even the first couple megavideo ones are wrong.
Why no links for tuesday nights episodes?!
It's no news that The Hills has been suffering since Lauren Conrad's departure last year (no, surprisingly Kristin Cavallari wasn't entertaining enough -- or likable enough -- to carry on the legacy with comparable success), but the creators and remaining cast are determined to give it one more go for season 6, which premieres tonight at 10/9c on MTV . And if a healthy dose of quality Speidi drama isn't enough to lure viewers in for the last desperate hurrah (it certainly wasn't enough last season), MTV is aiming their blows even lower by addressing sensitive "private-life" drama that would've been untouchable in previous seasons. Yes, there were topics off-limits before, even for The Hills. And yes, it can get worse (in a good way?). This purposely more tabloid-like approach, which delves into more taboo tidbits such as Kristin's speculated drug problem and Heidi's clown-like plastic surgery (I'm just trying to be nice here), isn't necessarily exposing any news or rumors we haven't already read in the gossip blogs. But it does perhaps make for more interesting (and deliciously awkward) TV than the previous season's lame tug-o-war over Justin Bobby. Sure, the drama isn't necessarily authentic (remember last season when they staged a staged intervention for Heidi's drunk sister Holly?), but somehow even their fabricated tension and cat fights still makes me cackle with sadistic glee. I mean, I don't really care to what extent the show is scripted (if you're looking for authenticity, you're quite obviously watching the wrong network entirely) -- seeing Jayde throw a drink in Kristin's face is a refreshing sight no matter how many times the scene had to be re-shot. Will the promise for an even juicier 6th season convince you to give the last one a shot, or have you officially broken up with The Hills too long ago to even give it a proper send-off? Weigh in below.
Oh The Hills! What drama! What characters! Especially last night, which was all about drinking and yelling. And it was about yelling and drinking. Yinking. Drelling. Just boozing up and shrieking at your friends and loved ones. Sort of like college, only these people are "adults." "I'm an adult woman," was what Holly Montag kept saying last night when confronted about her wild drinking by her taffy-faced sister Heidi and a waxen witch named Handbags. And she is. She's an adult woman who can make adult choices for herself, like pathetically agreeing to pretend she's a drunk just to get back on a dwindling reality show that will do nothing for her life but make it worse. That is an adult choice and one that she has made proudly and adultly. She was just sitting in her apartment one day, chipmunk features all slack and bored, staring at the wall as she often does for hours, and brriiinnngg!, the ringing phone startled her. When she picked up it was someone from MTV saying "Look these intervention shows are real hot right now, so we figured we'd do a whole drunk storyline, and are you interested in doing it?" All Holly had to do was drink her usual handful of vodka/tequila/whatever shots and talk incessantly about alcohol and say other dumb things (which is not hard for her) and MTV would pay her $50 and let her hang around the other cast members for a while. So naturally she said yes. We got to see a little bit of her sad little charade last week, when she got drunk on shots at a Brent Birdfinger party and was joking about stealing vodka bottles and then did a mournful robot dance in the middle of the floor, joints and limbs creaking and snapping like boat masts in an autumn storm. So that was mortifying and later on Heidi and Spencer took Holly for a little mini-vention at a restaurant, where Holly got a margarita, slurped it down, and said "What's uppp?" Heidi and Spencer just shook their heads and told her their "worries" and Holly said "You're right. Alcohol and I are in a really good relationship, but I'll stop. I will. I have too much going for me." And, I dunno. I don't know if I'd say "a lot." Honestly, I think the best thing she has going for her is pretending to be an alcoholic (and thus budding into a real one) on a shitty MTV reality show. Run with it, Holls! It's your only hope. Anyway, clearly she didn't stick to her guns vis a vis her whole "Don't act like a complete drunken idiot everywhere you go" resolution last night. Kristin was having a big Malibu beach bash and all of her not-friends were invited. Holly immediately started talking about how she makes the best Jack & Cokes ever, and the camera focused on her delicately but deliberately spritzing a lemon into her cup and measuring liquids with beakers, her gigantic chef's hat bobbing in the California breeze. She just kept drinking and drinking and drinking, and then it was time to dance. "Breakdance competition!!!" she hooted, hiking up her skirt and beginning to do a winsome jig. She hurdyed and gurdyed and lurched and trembled. She scuffed her feet in the sand, threw her arms up to the heavens. She bucked and kicked, made fans of her hands, swiveled her hips and buckled her knees as if begging some ancient god for rain. Holly did the Mashed Potato and the Fisherman's Faint. She danced the Wexler's Wander and the Hobo's Happenstance. She flung her elbows out to the east and west and flapped them like wings. She jived and jambled and did a free-form, improvisatory Charleston. It was beautiful and sloppy and primal. She was a vision, a sprite, a nymph. All looked on in wonder. And when I say "wonder" I really mean wonder, because everyone else sitting planted on the beach just didn't know what to make of Holly's haunting gyrations. Because they'd been told to by the shadowy producers, everyone murmured "What's going on? Peas and carrots, peas and carrots. Is she drunk?" Yes, of course she was drunk. She was fabulously gonzo, an entire Linens 'n Things going-out-of-business sale's worth of sheets to the wind. Holly had skipped the mortal plane and was flittering in some other place, some nearly unknowable land made of soft things and fried foods, a comfy dream Eden for the drunk. Her eyes glowed sapphire blue with blotto ecstasy as Handbags scurried up and sad "Holly... are you OK?" Holly was not OK. Later on Handbags and Heidi sat concerned-faced and pointy in Heidi's rock-strewn glass house and talked about the issues. That Holly had immediately poured a drink upon entering the party. Which is just terrible. I mean, I usually wait a full and courteous hour before imbibing at a fancy soiree like Kristin's was. It's just the right thing to do. Take two delicate sips and then trill "Oh, I simply must be leaving before I make a scene!" So both blonde girls were blondely upset and when Holly showed up, unaware that she was going to be subjected to half-assed intervention number 2, the girls smiled thinly and asked "So did you have a good time at Kristin's party?" And Holly, maybe now sensing that something was up, said "Yeahh... I mean it was really fun... Wasn't it?" And then the girls shook their heads and told her that no, no it wasn't fun. Wasn't fun to watch Holly thunder a lonely squaredance with a flaming lampshade on her head. Not fun to cringe as Holly stumbled ass-backwards into the sea, one long leg sticking up out of the water, still doing its Electric Slide steps. Holly frowned. What was going on here? At first there was crying. So very much crying. Stephanie said: "I mean, you know about my past..." Which, of course, was a reference to her meth addiction and arrest. That was sort of candid and genuinely sad, but the sincere moment did not last. After some group hugging and whimpering and moaning, suddenly Holly was angry. What was going on here? This was none of their business. She was making mature, responsible decisions and didn't need to be lectured by girls who were younger than her. This wouldn't do. Wouldn't do at all. So she got up and stormed out, but not before flashing a graceful and ladylike middle finger at the two weeping girls, the classiest way to exit any intervention. So who knows what will happen with Holly. Will she disappear into the abstract of fake addiction? Will she keep talking about booze and only booze because she doesn't understand nuance and all the producers told her by way of direction and motivation was "Enjoy drinking alcohol"? No one knows. We will just have to wait and see. But if you are in the Los Angeles area and happen to be driving on some narrow and wending road through the Hollywood Hills and see an old convertible Stutz Bearcat roaring and weaving toward you, avoid it all costs. It's Holly out for a sauced nighttime drive, a blonde and bulbous Don Draper, trying to do her best to be a good and loyal Hills cast member. Sigh. One cast member who probably won't have the chance to be good and loyal anymore is the accursed Jayde Scorpion, broheim Brody's bro-girl. The Canadian nudist was unable to tame her man last night, so they had a big beachtime blowdown at Kristin's house. See at some point Jayde had apparently downed an entire bottle of Jaeger, because Canadians are delicate flowers, and then decided to bitch to her galpals about how Brody always gets drunk at these parties and flirts with Kristin and just acts like a jerk. Brody doesn't like to admit that anything is ever his fault, so he basically just blamed the ladies for hating the player, and when he heard Jayde complaining at the party he shook his head, walked away, and said "I'm done." Then he said "I'm done" again. And again. "I'm done." And another time. He said it over and over and over again, because I think he liked the way it sounded. Like that it sounded exhausted and mature, world-weary and absolute. Basically you could tell he thought it was good TV. It wasn't good TV. Nothing about Brody Jenner or any of his family is ever good TV. Well, except his crazy moms. She really, really needs to be on Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. That would be fantastic. You know she's had her people call Bravo already. You just know it. Later Jayde and Brodes had a convo in their condo and she very Canadianly said she was owt of there. Brody just kept making her feel lowsy, so she was sorey, but it was time to get owt. Once Brody stops behaving like he's in grade nine, maybe they can talk. But for now, it's over. You oughta know, Brody. You really oughta know. OK! Other stuff happened with like Brody saying he doesn't know if likes Kristin or not and then Justin Bobby played some texty head games with Kristin at the party and no one knew what to do about that. Kristin and Stacie the Bartender talked about it the morning after the party and, yet again, Stacie was drinking a morning cocktail, alone on a beach. I think someone needs to intervention her. Somewhere across town Audrina kept being the saddest thing there ever was by just chirping and lilting about JB some more while Lo looked on, miserably bored, actually wishing she had a job to go to. Heidi and Spencer had that weird alien-child back over to their house, and then had a completely dubbed-over conversation about Holly's drinking, supposedly right in front of the child. It was tres fake. I'm not sure what role they're trying to make this kid play on this season, but it's oddly fascinating to watch. Small person as prop. Toddler as set dressing. It's chilling. It's compelling. Much like Holly's dance. At one point on that midnight-skied beach she opened her mouth wide but no sound came out. Her body shivered and convulsed. She was overcome with some spirit, some old thing brought up from the depths of the Earth by all of this enchanted movement. The party guests who saw it, the ones who didn't go immediately blind, say it was almost as if she was glowing. Just for a second. It was like she was celestial, revered, faraway. Yes for a brief shining second, Holly was a star.
Okay. let's be serious these two have had a good amount of notoriety and fake drama that surrounds them. Their 15 minutes are up. Let's move on and enjoy the real actors.