With shows like this spanning two hours of a Saturday evening, it's no wonder people go out and turn to drink. I'm appalled by the fact that by paying my TV license I'm helping fund garbage like this. Surely there's a better way to keep families entertained than two hours of people dancing and then cardboard cutout caricatures of judges play the crowd? I swear, the audience is only interested in hearing numbers of increasing value being shouted out, no matter how good or bad the performance was, and if one of the judges threw out the rules just for a moment and gave a contestant a mark of 11 out of 10, the audience would scream so gleefully loud that they'd all tear not only their vocal chords, but also a hole in space and time itself.
"Oh, but you simply must see (insert celebrity name here) do the Charleston!" I hear you say. No. No, I simply must not waste another second of my life watching this show with almost zero entertainment value. This is more the standards of ITV than BBC. In fact, I'm almost certain that this is actually a nationwide experiment for girlfriends and wives to test the patience and loyalty of their partners to the extreme. Can you sit through this without drifting off and staring at the wall for long periods of times? Without completely zoning out to the point of slipping into a coma? Try it. I dare you.
Fortunately for me I have to work Saturday nights. Unfortunately, with the wonders of catch-up, iPlayer and being able to record TV, I now have to witness it at any other moment in time as it's no longer restricted to its allocated slot. However, I do occasionally manage to slip through the net and avoid seeing around 90% of the show if I'm lucky.
I gave it a score of 2 out of 10. It gets one star/point for me and my partner still somehow being together, despite this show. It also gets a second star/point for my TV still being fully intact, no matter how strong the urge is to put my foot through the screen.
2/10
