I DON’T usually do critiques on TV shows, but somebody tell me why ITV decided to shift the almost iconic News at Ten and put it back half an hour in order to shovel in a 30 minute piece of dross?
I refer of course to The Nightly Show aka: Embarrassment Half Hour, where celebrities host their own show, which judging by the content, appears to have taken them completely by surprise.
It really does give the appearance that the so called script has been put together on the back of a fag packet and some of the celebrity guests have absolutely no idea why they are there or what they are supposed to do.
Take this week. The resident host is Bradley Walsh; not everyone’s cup of tea, but I like him and in particular his handling of the popular The Chase quiz show.
On Monday night a bemused Michael Bolton was wheeled on to the stage and it was obvious from the off, that he had no idea how he came to be there. He looked as confused as Adam on Mothering Sunday.
Michael was presented with a girl from the almost hysterical audience (a permanent feature of the show) and was told that she had won a lunch date with him. Then whilst she grinned like a Cheshire cat, the poor man, now pale with stress, looked as if he was near to opening a vein and ending the nightmare.
Also included in the show was the normally very funny Joe Pasquale, having a nipple piercing performed live. What?
This was followed on Tuesday by Joe receiving an eye watering waxing to his rear end. Perhaps this is something he is familiar with and a clue to the origin of his trademark squeaky voice.
Under such trying circumstances, Bradley just about held it together, as too did the excellent John Bishop in an earlier show.
Other than that, we have had to endure the increasingly dreadful and self-obsessed David Walliams who seems to hit new depths of mediocrity every time he appears; Davina McCall and Dermot O’Leary, who really should stick to doing what they do best, and the obnoxious Gordon Ramsay – a man better known for his foul language than his cooking skills.
Messrs Bishop and Walsh marginally excepted, a hodgepodge of ill conceived material presented by cringeworthy celebs.
Sounds depressingly like a recipe for surefire success.
By Colin Bird