In some senses, it’s too early to make predictions about the roiling wasps' nest that is Celebrity Big Brother but to hell with sense:
- Donny Tourette will be continue to be the most interesting housemate but we will discover that he secretly a frightened school boy with a Johnny Rotten fetish
- Ken will be evicted first
- H (I'm sorry...Ian) and Jo will form a hideous singing duo to match the sheer mundane misery of his earlier collaboration with Claire (also ex-Steps, now probably performing in a terrible musical)
- Dirk Benedict will leave the house recognised as a great modern wit
- Danielle will expose her breasts in a number of the lesser men's magazines (this is hardly Nostradamus territory as we have a long precedent to call upon)
- Leo Sayer will be driven clinically insane from having to sleep next to Donny's incredibly pale naked form
- Jermaine Jackson will walk, driven mad by Donny's germs
- Towers of will become a permanent fixture in the tabloids and Donny will be linked to a celebrity love. There will be no improvement in his record sales
- Ken will make enough money from newspaper interviews to create his bizarre Odeon style mausoleum with his films on loop, him stuffed to greet people and his ex-wifes made up as embalmed usherettes
- Shilpa's career will be destroyed
- Carole will remain a non-entity and return to writing bile in a tedious tabloid, only this will now be littered with references to her new celebrity 'friends'
Quotes of the day:
Donny Tourette (after being asked about his influences by Jermaine): "I like front men, Freddy Mercury, Axl Rose...even your f*cking brother at a push." [The tact and delicacy shown by Donny makes him an ideal candidate for the Peace Corps or a role in international diplomacy.]
Russell Brand on Donny's conversations with Ken Russell: "It's like Nick Cotton bullying Godfrey from Dad's Army."
Jermaine Jackson **
Michael may sunk pretty low and Janet has released some truly dismal records but Jermaine Jackson has now set a new low for the Jackson family by entering Big Brother. He's a self-confessed neat freak and will soon clash with the unwashed and unwilling Donny Tourette. He's also set to go nuclear when questions about Michael get too much for him.
Danielle Lloyd *
The producers were set on getting their hands on a WAG and though she is not the most 'famous' of that odious gaggle, Danielle Lloyd at least has an interesting story, having been stripped her Miss Great Britain crown for riding Teddy Sheringham's rusty chopper.
Ken Russell ****
A shameful move by the producers. Ken Russell is clearly a Big Brother fan (bizarrely) but also very mentally and physically frail. Davina had to shepherd him down the stairs and his walk through the crowd was punctuated by him belting out "I'm singing in the rain." A lovely old gent on first impressions but its sad to see a formely great film maker slumming it with this shower.
Jo O'Meara ***
Blonde. Could actually sing. That is all I can really remember about Jo O'Meara. S Club 7 were a truly dreadful pop group but thankfully they sloped off the stage pretty quickly (although they did spawn the even more odious S Club Juniors before they did.) She will release a single when she gets out - I have no time for her futile denials. It will get to number 3. The follow up will bomb and the record company will drop her.
Leo Sayer **
If Leo worked in your office, he would be the wacky one. Hanging onto his '70s hits (and one recent and fairly appalling remix) with the desperation of a man given a bottle of mineral water in the desert.
Shilpa Shetty **
Stunning and far too polite for BB. She seems spoilt and is used to a Bollywood entourage, so there is a good chance the mask will slip.
Carole Malone *
A tabloid journalist who has attacked reality tv mercilessly in the past. Her excuse for going in the house: "I'll be at the centre of the story every one wants to write about." Already shaping up to be the bossiest bint in the house. She's used to dealing in words of one syllable so it's no suprise she can't spell hypocrite.
Donny Tourette *
The return of Dennis Pennis? I've met the guy so I know he's real. The singer in a sub-Sex Pistols band. Mugged his way up the carpet making enemies. Wasn't too keen on the crowd's "who are you?" chants. Was arrested in Cambridge for ripping down a sound rig and seems to have entered the house purely to rescue his band's comatosed career. Has the shelf life of a sickly may fly. Most likely to beat H to death. Is playing it quiet and sweet at the moment, perhaps he's planning to contradict our expectations. Don't be fooled - he's a div.
Ian 'H' Watkins **
From the ridiculous to the down right stupid. Former Steps man, H, came out in the Sun just prior to his entrance into the house. In other news, Pope Wears Funny Hat and Bear Shit In Woods.
Cleo Rocos ***
Filling the Rula Lenska role in this series. Massive breasts and even bigger hair. Former Kenny Everett stooge Cleo is funny and flirty and seems to be a hit with Donny.
Dirk Benedict ***
Face from the A-Team, a real wild card. He's got charm and arrived in the famous black transit. My favourite thus far.
The question of what to review tonight is a vexed one with the traditional competitive scheduling of the TV moguls leading to a frustrating choice in the prime 9pm slot.
Spooks (BBC1, 9pm)
Spooks has been even more ridiculous than usual this series with increasingly implausible plots against the state and the traditional death of a character's spouse (a hallmark of the show since the bomb blast at the end of series one that killed of the whole of Matthew McFaddyen's fictional family). But ultimately the show is a rollocking adventure show seasoned with a pinch of violence and painted over with a gloss of overly sexy stars. Tonight's episode is a good one (I was unable to stop myself from pigging out on two episodes last week) with Ruth (a key team member) being framed in a conspiracy and having to leave for the good of the service. It's a gripping end to her on again/off again romance with head of section, Harry Pierce. The tension between them has a rather old fashioned Brief Encounter vibe to it and is a change from the more blantant couplings that usually grace BBC1 post watershed. Having said that the series is teetering on tedious when it comes to its setting up of a relationship between traumatised hero of the piece, Adam Carter, and his son's nanny. In this episode, she descends the stairs in the middle of the night to see him drinking whiskey, shirtless and sad. It's a moment for the women in the audience but its done in a rather heavy handed way.
The Death Of A President (More4, 9pm)
In this fictionalised docudrama we are treated to the death of George W Bush, assassinated as he walks the rope line. Cobbled together from archive footage and cleverly edited original scenes, the film is by all accounts an impressive if queasy viewing experience. I'm not sure if I will take the time to review it this evening - there's something unpleasant about allowing wishful thinking to speculate about the death of another human being. It seems like a rather morbid and distasteful liberal fantasy given full reign. Apparently the result of the assassination is the inauguration of President Cheney and an even worse fate for America and the world. Is is really appropriate for film makers to speculate in this way? Propaganda of any kind is unpleasant and you have to question whether More4 would deign to show a film where Tony Blair was brutally gunned down. We may not like these leaders but it is their use of violence that is most frequently criticised - surely advocating their murder (which is essentially what this film does) is hypocritical.
Nuremberg: The Nazis on Trial (BBC2, 9pm)
Rudolph Hess is the subject of tonight's episode of this ongoing series. Of all the Nazi leaders, he is probably the most interesting and mysterious. Captured in Scotland (by a plucky farmer with a pitchfork), the reason for his flight to the Allies has never really been clear - he claimed Hitler had sent him to broker a peace deal but was denounced by his former friend as a traitor. He then spent the rest of his days in Spandau prison - ending up as its last prisoner. This series is worth a watch, with some fine performances in earlier episodes, but there is a bigger reason for paying attention. In today's society, where our laws are becoming increasingly draconian and our government's have taken to detaining 'terrorists' without trial, it is worth considering how we dealt with some of history's greatest criminals - public trial with the right to a defence. Nuremberg was by no means a perfect or entirely fair process but it was a far cry from secret prisons and "special rendition". Does it ever strike you that the methods advocated by our government in the war on terror are more reminiscent of the Nazi approach to defence than our history of the right to a fair trial?
The new Robin Hood is filled with allusions to current politics - stricter new laws created for the public good "the law is under threat" as one the Sherrif's men claims at the beginning of the first episode; an unpopular war (the crusades) being waged abroad, the country standing "shoulder to shoulder with Rome" in the words of Keith Allen's Sherrif of Nottingham. But these references are a little heavy handed, ultimately this is adventure series filled with matinee idols and baddies you can boo. It's a glitzy production full of anachronisms which critics have been quick to pick up on. But viewers want a fantastic tea time romp and this provides it, with a heroic Robin [Jonas Armstrong] (who looks a little too young), a gruff voiced and villainous Guy of Gisborne and Keith Allen chewing the scenery as if it were big chunks of ham. My favourite character from the first
is Robin's valet Much, who injects welcome comedy into the drama while clearly suffering from post traumatic stress as a result of his time in the holy lands. Marian (Lucy Griffiths) is a little disappointing (despite her skill with a bow and a throwing knife) but there's definitely scope for improvement. Robin is, as usual, the straight man of the piece and we're bound to watch week after week for Allen's hyperbolically villainous turn - heroes are always the harder parts to play (look at Alan Richman compared to Kevin Costner in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves). In all, I say ignore the professional critics - this is a fantastic family show which has much to offer despite its silliness. The story of Robin Hood is mythical not historical, so there's no reason not to fill it with magic.Robin Hood, BBC1, Saturdays, 7pm
A positive review from the Guardian
Mixed feelings from the Newsnight Review panel
This programme was ridiculous - frou frou for fantasists. What better woman to present a rush through the idiotic intricacies of the fashion world than June Sarpong, a mouth with legs?
Zombies and Z-listers
The biggest problem for me was the sheer lack of style exhibited by most of the so called experts that paraded their teflon tans across the screen. They looked like zombies dressed by the mentally subnormal. How can we trust these arbiters of taste when they look like they've got dressed in the dark and put their makeup on with a trowel? Most normal women have a better idea of what's stylish than these sordid sylphs.
Couture is a waste of money and this show was a waste of time. It's purpose was to give June the opportunity to strut through New York fashion week and stumble around Paris's couture shows, while talking heads attacked fashion's vaccuous nature only to be followed by another delivering a homilie to its greatness.
The emperor's new merkin
The show attempted to deliver some bile as June gutted a major fashion mag, removing all is advertising. "How is this affecting our self-esteem?", she asked. But after her flightly fun bumbling around the fashion shows and drooling over the clothes, it was too little too late. We know fashion is the ultimate example of the emperor's new clothes. Fashion is about money. It's fun, it's fluffy, only idiots don't realise its about selling dreams not reality. If you ripped all the ads out of a fashion mag, it couldn't make a profit. You can't criticise fashion's emptiness if you fill your programme with a hundred montages of it's glamour - ultimately its like tutting at the emperor's nudity then allowing him to swing his bits in your face.
Slave to fashion, Channel 4, Sunday 8 October, 12.20.
Morph, a potato and a leprecaun
The selection is a painful process to watch - both the tears of the contestants and contrived reveals by the judges. The show's music ramps up the pressure throughout and there's enough crying to fill a month's worth of Eastenders or a particularly harrowing Hollyoaks rape scene (that soap's speciality). While you can empathise with some of the less odious participants, Kate Thornton is another matter. As time goes by, she and her even more unpleasant counterpart, Ben Shepherd, appear to be nothing more than specially built ITV emotibots programmed to display the same range of emotions as a talking Barbie doll. If ITV's fortunes continue to decline, I would not be surprised to see this mediocre pair replaced with actual robots equipped with levers denoting the required expressions: "Oh darling...", "Your parents will be so proud of you", "The judges have had a tough decision".
Misery wins!
Emotions are at the heart of X Factor but you have to ask, what are they putting in the water? Not a second goes without one contestant or other in floods of tears, red faces expanding across the screen like broken zeppelins. This week's show - the final selection - boiled down to contestants wailing (either tears of happiness or misery) over a musical bed of classic warblers from the Whitney school. After this stage, X Factor can seem like a downward spiral of bad cover versions and orchestrated spats among the judges - a glass of water in Louis's face, a shouting match between Simon and Sharon over some slight. These things and more will happen but will we care about the contestants? Its the usual parade of long shots, people to feel sorry for and gutsy women with hard luck stories and we're bound to feel for some of them. This early in the musical mess that is X Factor, its almost impossible to tell who that might be. Ultimately, the misery always beats the music.
X Factor (and 400 variants) is on ITV1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8, 76 + y between now next September.
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