"The Family" ends tonight. Zzzzzzz. Last week it was so good, the finale can't do anything but feel like a big fat anticlimax. Instead, I'm quickly becoming addicted to Spike TV's "Joe Schmo," the meta-reality show that plays a "Truman Show" trick on one unlucky "player" who believes he's in a reality game thing called "Rags to Riches." The big mansion. A dozen stereotypical houseguests: the bitch, the virgin, the Marine, the jerk, etc. It took 90 minutes into the opening episode for "Joe" (forgot his real name, but does it matter?) to start outsmarting the producers. When they played "hands on a high-priced hooker," expecting him to be the final winner (as they'd scripted it, without his knowledge, of course), he went out FIRST because he wanted to be consigned to the laundry room bed (instead of having to share with the marine). It's all too too confusing. But when you see the folks in the control booth go "WHAAAA!" and throw up their hands at Joe's unpredictability, you know you have the possibility of genius TV going on.