Last week I watched the Secret Policeman’s Ball, last night I watched Peter Kay’s Britain’s got the pop factor and blah blah blah. The common denominator in both cases was my stony stoic expression.
For those of you who didn’t see it and are confused by the name, The Secret Policeman’s Ball is a charity comedy gig to raise money for Amnesty International. After 2 laughless hours though, the only joke I found was the irony that the show’s intention was to draw attention to torture. That it did, if only too well! My only hope is that the whole line up – bar one or two exceptions whose names I can’t be bothered to look up – were rounded up by the CIA and taken to Guantanamo Bay.
On a par with that laughless night was the unfathomable Peter Kay’s Britain’s got the pop factor and possibly the most poorly contrived parody of reality TV strictly on ice.
After an advertising campaign so vehement and long winded that it verged on propaganda I expected a piece of comedy gold. After 5 minutes though it was clear that this was to be an unfunny attempt at mocking reality TV.
Perhaps Peter Kay has only just began watching the X-Factor, but to me, after 5 years of the show’s sob stories, hopeless contestants and judges’ dogmatic comments, the format had become so clichéd that it is past the point of mockery.
Don’t worry though, next week there’s a new theme which highlights the hilarious consequences of live television: a person fluffs his lines, a child starts crying and a dog does a shit on the set. It’s incredible stuff, so fresh!