Britain’s Got Talent. Even the name of this TV show is inaccurate. It’s not that I feel this little Island doesn’t have ‘talent’. Quite the contrary, in fact. There are some great musicians / comedians / dogs (alright, I concede the last example is nonsensical) in this country. However, this show gives us fat blokes from Birmingham doing bad Sinatra impressions (for a Canadian one see Michael Buble), a lady and some dog doing a ‘routine’, two more Jacko impressionists and fuck knows what else (I’ve only watched the last two shows).
Simon Cowell gives us this line about ‘liking fish ’n’ chips’, but what he really means is: “it’s mainly the cultureless losers of Britain who will ring up and spend £1.50 a call on this crap so I’ll appeal to them with some ‘salt of the earth’, ‘every man’ crap!”
That said, I genuinely like Cowell. He’s sharp, charismatic and very funny at times. It’s just this dross (BGT) I can’t stand.
The show itself is bordering on Victorian Freak Shows at times. People who are clearly suffering from delusion (a mental illness) are derided and laughed at by the crowd of supposedly 'normal' people. The degenerates, as far as I can see are in the crowd.
And also, I fucking hate 'street dance'.