It’s a hit but while you will all be series linking it, we will never watch this again. We’re above such gitzy, dumb entertainment.
What was good about it?
• Misanthropic pleasure may be gained from willing the “cash machines” to deprive the contestants of the thousands of pounds they are striving to get by simply holding their nerve and not busting as as amounts of money click over.
What was bad about it?
• Like Deal Or No Deal or Goldenballs, we find this as interesting as watching some stranger playing the fruit machine down the local pub.
• Cheesy Chris Tarrant is as rank as that slice of Stilton that fell behind the sofa at Christmas. He hams up the agonising and does his best to ensure the contestants on “the most stressful game on British TV” come as close as possible to breaking down.
• We were promised some juicy sob stories (“If i don’t win £62,000, I won’t be able to get a new plasma TV and the ‘oliday in Barbados will ‘ave to be cancelled. Oh, and all me kids will die.” Instead we got Diane who wanted the money because her soldier husband was going to Afghanistan ( “With her husband recalled to the army, can Diane secure her family’s future?”). She pocketed £64,000 which can go on postcards, we guess. Ryan, who didn’t win £66,000, “needed” the money so he could propose to his girlfriend.
• Milly – who is there “to provide statistical information” – is one of those blondes in a short dress we thought had disappeared from TV since the last of the 1980s game show dolly birds carrassed their last refridgerator.