Is it a sign that you’re feeling old and jaded when you no longer get a frisson of excitement when the new Big Brother diary room chair is revealed? Or is it just the sign of an old and jaded format? Even Davina only gave the interior of this year’s house a brisk walk-through.
The style of the house this year could be described as “bad acid trip at Blackpool Pleasure Beach.” It looks like it started off as funfair themed, then they got bored and threw any old design style at it, plus some leftover props from previous years. There’s also going to be a welcome appearance from the talking tree from Celeb Big Brother, who has been hewn into a chest of drawers and installed in the bathroom.
Anyway, enough about the house. What about the inhabitants? I can’t remember any of their names, apart from someone called Shabby (because that’s how she usually looks, apparently). There’s a token posh boy, a bloke who’s very proud of his monobrow, a man who had his legs blown off in Northern Ireland, a Beyonce lookalike, an Australian who thinks he looks like David Beckham… you get the picture. At least none of them described themselves as a “glamour model.” I’ve got absolutely no idea who’ll turn out to be interesting and who’ll be deadly dull, at this stage.
The housemates only discovered their housemately state immediately before entering the house. Before that, they’d been outside in a massed band of 80 or so hopefuls, which meant that most of them knew each other at least by sight when they entered the house. This robbed us of those amusing (and usually very telling) sizing each other up scenes at the beginning.
As if this wasn’t exciting enough (it wasn’t), a last contestant was chosen at random. He has to dress as a mole and live in a mole hill, but convince the others that he isn’t a mole. Or something. He looked as confused as I felt.
Posted by PLA (more BB blogging here)