Apologies if this has already been posted.
Here's TV critic Ian Hyland's opinion on BB10:
A STARK choice of viewing on Friday night. You could drive up your nearest motorway and rubber neck as all manner of odd-looking roadkill kicked its last. Or stayed at home to watch the TV equivalent from the comfort of your sofa.
Yes, the final of BIG BROTHER 10. The climax of a 93-day funeral procession (the wake is already booked for next year) which,
according to Davina McCall, "wasn't just good. It was brilliant." And that, ladies and gents, is either the most brazen piece of spin ever spun.
Or positive proof of something I've long suspected: Davina doesn't actually watch Big Brother any more.
Not that we could really blame her for that. Because this was the year the nation stopped watching.
Okay, viewing figures didn't quite reach the lows I predicted - that it would be the first year there were more people in the house
than watching on the outside. But it's fair to say when Beinazir (no, me neither) left the house on that bus on Day 4 there were three
or four million viewers crammed on the top deck.
And, as Endemol have subsequently found to their ÂĢ180m cost, viewing figures do not lie (well, unless Piers Morgan gets hold of them first).
But what did the absent masses miss? Not a lot. Most of the 22 contestants arrived in fancy dress. And ended up staying in it in
some form for the duration. Because this was the year the production team and C4 decided not to give us the return to form we'd all been hoping for.
They chose instead to follow a different mantra: "Sod it, let's just dress a couple of 'em up as Stavros Flatley, book that body language freak and get down the pub."
Still, at least they knew the game was up. Unlike certain BB fans who, six or seven weeks in and delirious with boredom, launched an ill-fated whispering campaign to get everyone watching again. "No, honestly - it's really good" they would plead, like a crazy man trying to
persuade you to eat a donkey dung cheesecake.
Of course, it wasn't getting good again. It was just getting closer to the end. And its final ignominy is still to come.
One last Celebrity-flavoured thrash of the tail in January, followed by the kind of resting peace which 13 weeks of being broadcast only
on C4's website next summer can bring.
And it's Davina I feel really sorry for. Could have jumped ship any time these past five years. Yet bad advice or monstrous ego saw her cling on.
And there she was on Friday night. Playing on like the Titanic's house band. Trolled up like a cross between the blonde scouse one
from How Clean Is Your House and a gay bingo caller. (Still, it was nice to see a bun in her hair rather than her oven for a change.)
"Charlie and Rodrigo!!!!" she screamed. "Or should we call them Charigo?" No, Davina. You shouldn't. Because you're 41 years old, woman.
And forget racism and bullying sideshows. This was Big Brother's real downfall. Most of its original fans grew up, most of the people making it failed to, and the only people left watching it have only just started to. Which is why we ended up with the winner we got. Sophie Reade, a 30GG glamour girl who didn't flash her wabs once while she was in that house.
Yet still went on an important journey. A journey which was guaranteed to endear a beautiful model to the jealous and bitchy teenage
girls who still vote on this show.
She got fat and bloated.
http://www.newsoftheworld.co.u...8801/ian-hyland.html
Here's TV critic Ian Hyland's opinion on BB10:
A STARK choice of viewing on Friday night. You could drive up your nearest motorway and rubber neck as all manner of odd-looking roadkill kicked its last. Or stayed at home to watch the TV equivalent from the comfort of your sofa.
Yes, the final of BIG BROTHER 10. The climax of a 93-day funeral procession (the wake is already booked for next year) which,
according to Davina McCall, "wasn't just good. It was brilliant." And that, ladies and gents, is either the most brazen piece of spin ever spun.
Or positive proof of something I've long suspected: Davina doesn't actually watch Big Brother any more.
Not that we could really blame her for that. Because this was the year the nation stopped watching.
Okay, viewing figures didn't quite reach the lows I predicted - that it would be the first year there were more people in the house
than watching on the outside. But it's fair to say when Beinazir (no, me neither) left the house on that bus on Day 4 there were three
or four million viewers crammed on the top deck.
And, as Endemol have subsequently found to their ÂĢ180m cost, viewing figures do not lie (well, unless Piers Morgan gets hold of them first).
But what did the absent masses miss? Not a lot. Most of the 22 contestants arrived in fancy dress. And ended up staying in it in
some form for the duration. Because this was the year the production team and C4 decided not to give us the return to form we'd all been hoping for.
They chose instead to follow a different mantra: "Sod it, let's just dress a couple of 'em up as Stavros Flatley, book that body language freak and get down the pub."
Still, at least they knew the game was up. Unlike certain BB fans who, six or seven weeks in and delirious with boredom, launched an ill-fated whispering campaign to get everyone watching again. "No, honestly - it's really good" they would plead, like a crazy man trying to
persuade you to eat a donkey dung cheesecake.
Of course, it wasn't getting good again. It was just getting closer to the end. And its final ignominy is still to come.
One last Celebrity-flavoured thrash of the tail in January, followed by the kind of resting peace which 13 weeks of being broadcast only
on C4's website next summer can bring.
And it's Davina I feel really sorry for. Could have jumped ship any time these past five years. Yet bad advice or monstrous ego saw her cling on.
And there she was on Friday night. Playing on like the Titanic's house band. Trolled up like a cross between the blonde scouse one
from How Clean Is Your House and a gay bingo caller. (Still, it was nice to see a bun in her hair rather than her oven for a change.)
"Charlie and Rodrigo!!!!" she screamed. "Or should we call them Charigo?" No, Davina. You shouldn't. Because you're 41 years old, woman.
And forget racism and bullying sideshows. This was Big Brother's real downfall. Most of its original fans grew up, most of the people making it failed to, and the only people left watching it have only just started to. Which is why we ended up with the winner we got. Sophie Reade, a 30GG glamour girl who didn't flash her wabs once while she was in that house.
Yet still went on an important journey. A journey which was guaranteed to endear a beautiful model to the jealous and bitchy teenage
girls who still vote on this show.
She got fat and bloated.
http://www.newsoftheworld.co.u...8801/ian-hyland.html