This was all so, so unjust for poor Rula. Several will certainly currently most likely remember her career for two points; Rock Follies as well as this TV Folly. Rock Follies was arguably the begin of her career in the public eye and also this TV Folly resembles being completion of it. Wish a cat-food commercial, Rula! In fairness, though what a nightmare she should have located herself in – a 57-year-old, clearly past her physical finest, discovering herself in the company of a Mata Hari (Faria), a Daisy Fight It Out (Chantelle), Britain’s Primo Slapper (Jodie) and, to top all of it, Baywatch Infant Traci! A lot of female well past a certain age would certainly bridle at the idea of competing with any of them, bad Rula needed to tackle the great deal and also she shed, in spades. I believed George Galloway was right in his remarks after she did that crazy erotic dance – she was, undoubtedly, attempting too hard. Who wouldn’t have their self-confidence rocked? The take on face she placed on probably had not been the most effective one either. Go to bed with a countess, awaken with a matter. I select my words extremely meticulously here! Gee, I ‘d rather go to bed with Pete – a minimum of he looks the very same in the mornings as he does last point during the night!
A (not quite) singing version of Jade Reward.
She is so extremely self-possessed, the producers need to have been thrilled beyond belief incidentally she stood up to Dennis Rodman Enough is being discussed her presently; I have no further comment other than to observer she seems areal-life variation of Billie Piper’s character Rose in the existing Dr. Who.
Everybody understood Pete Burns had a tough time determining what to use for the day however what about poor Dennis, eh? Let’s (hypothetically) listen in …” Uhm it’s time to rise, what kind of appearance shall I wear today? Little Lord Fauntleroy? Nope, did that recently. Geisha? No, Pete’ll do that any kind of min” (and he did). “I got it – lem me see now, simply provide the ol’ tattoos a burnish … obtain them pointy studs done in … change the baseball cap just so … and there it is – 3rd circle of Heck! Yay, me, not that I provide a crap …”.
Did any individual note that while Pete Burns got terrible raggeddy when he ran short of booze and cigarettes, both Dennis Rodman and also the adorable Traci Bingham got grouchy when the food got reduced? They being both professional athletes it had not been whatsoever shocking. I noticed Dennis complaining that training without proper food wasn’t too much enjoyable. Most likely the very first time he’s ever before needed to do it.
And also did you see exactly how he stabilized on the exercise ball with one foot while he did raise? Have you ever tried that? Do you recognize how DIFFICULT that is? And also he made it look so easy! No surprise this person is major league.
Poor, inadequate Jodie. How depressing as well as muddled she appears to be. I collect, however, that there’s an extremely positive passionate and also likeable girl in there someplace. She seems to be collecting acolytes rather than making relationships, confusing followers with pals. I kept in mind when Pete Burns as well as Michael Barrymore were attempting to get across her late one night, Michael suggested to her that she try as well as imagine a certain scenario just for the benefit of debate. Oh no I couldn’t consent to that, says our Jodie, that would be immoral and also I don’t inform lies. Something similar seemed to be happening when she was speaking with Davina McCall after her expulsion, Davina carefully suggesting that the other housemates had been trying to act in Jodie’s best interests as well as Jodie went quickly off on a complete tangent in her reply.
I think myself that there’s a large rock being in the head of Jodie Marsh, never ever referred to, never ever to be admitted to. What lies under it? Something that Jodie finds so frightening that she noticeably flees from thinking about the rock’s extremely existence.
One presumes that self-contemplation is not a normal activity for Miss Marsh. A pity, as hardly ever does one encounter a light bulb that really, actually does require to change.
Poor, bad Jodie.
( Sam) Preston.
Similar To Dennis Rodman, I had no concept who Preston really was. I collected he was in a band called the Ordinary Boys, and also going from his appearance generally, I would certainly have put them someplace between the Jam and also and number of ska bands, say, The Selector? Later in the show we were dealt with to some Ordinary Boys tunes and it looks as though I wasn’t too far off the money.
Aside from that, I knew nothing prior to regarding Le Preston and I know little else now, aside from that he appears to be a perfectly respectable type of geezer with, I rather visualize, considerable female trouble on his plate.
All rather normal, in fact.
What a piece of work is this man! Exactly how infinite in frailty, his new personna suggests, as well as I have no reason to think anything besides that the face we saw was the genuine one. He appeared a flawlessly good being, flawed, rough round the sides, as well as while he and Pete Burns with each other both displayed a capacity to provoke gales of genuine laughter (from me) it’s Barrymore that has the touch of brilliant regarding him, the air of one driven to carry out yet refuted his stage. I wish the UK does what Pete said it ought to as well as opens its arms to invite Barrymore back. He’s a restorative for the nation. We probably need him more than he needs us.
Twisted embittered genius. Youngsters will probably be too young to realise this but in the genre of movies known as noir, in small, run-down and seedy clubs in the boonies of Anytown, USA, the kind a Private Dick would inevitably find their way to when they were looking for clues or following leads they ‘d find the Heroine of the movie. She ‘d be seated, alone at the bar, she ‘d have a cool drink that she hadn’t paid for in a tall glass in front of her and she ‘d always be smoking. Whatever happened, even if it happened right in front of her, her face would be frozen into a mask of disdained amusement. In other words, she ‘d look like Pete. Assuming that’s what he had in mind when he had his plastic done, he’s got it dead right.
For me the best times in the house were when the Pete and Michael show hit the road, late at night or early in the morning over coffee and cigarettes when the rest of the house was asleep. Funny funny funny.
Who was it pleaded with George to go and speak with Rula because she was feeling so bad as a woman? Pete.
Who was it spoke up so volubly for Barrymore after being evicted, saying how much he needed to be rehabbed back into this country? Pete. Not quite such the monster then, eh?
The delightful, the truly gorgeous Traci Bingham. Every man should have a Bingham of his own. starting with me. The rest of you can get your own, though, I want that one. See how she went straight into a series of classic brilliantly executed girlie poses for the photographers as she left the house? An absolute professional, a master of her craft. And how beautiful in her red devil costume! Cheap to run too, (once you’ve bought the mansion), give her alcohol and she wanders around making small, happy sounds all day (whether you want her too or not). Does the guy she’s engaged to realise he’s marrying one of the Clangers? “Oh my Gah-had, it’s the Soup-Drag-gen …”.
I don’t think Traci understood the show, which goes a long way to explaining why she was so devastated by being nominated. Observe when she was talking to Davina at the end, she said how hard she ‘d tried to be a good housemate. I suspect she thought you had to win by proving how pleasant you were to live with and dutifully went out of her way to be just that. I don’t think she had to go far our of her way at all, either, I think she really is that nice a person. that’s why she was so upset at being nominated, she thought she was doing something wrong on a personal level to the other housemates. Hence her shock and surprise. You get the feeling that to a certain extent, once you reach a certain level of stardom your life is run to a large extent by your agent; Traci and Dennis both gave the impression that they simply went where they were signed to go and did their best when they were there.
What a clear-cut warning to us all of how politicians plan to use us. We seem to be no more than stepping stones to their own self-serving ends. How did he serve his constituency in the BB house? His blustering complaints about censorship left me unimpressed.
I noticed too that when there was the first a major disagreement in the house – I believe over a misunderstanding about racism – George it was who suggested that a round table discussion be held which George, seemingly thoughtfully, offered to chair.
Thus, it begins. How long before, in order that George may the better to fulfil his post as arbiter of the house decisions, not be made to suffer the distractions of, say, hunger; shouldn’t he be given a bigger share of the food than the others, so that his thinking may be clearer and not distracted by hunger? It’s in the best interests of the group as a whole, after all; he’s the decision maker.
In the same vein, we might conjecture, how long before George’s sexual needs/desires must similarly be given priority over the others, the women of the tribe, sorry, house, should be encouraged to offer themselves freely and regularly to George over and above the others. All in the best interests of the group, of course. Politicians, eh? They never close.
Maggot, the common man – the voice of reason, as he said. A straightforward decent guy. Good to see he got over his initial reserve about Barrymore. Why was he concerned about his image, I wondered? How genuine can he be if that’s a concern? Subsequently, though, he proved himself a steadying influence on the rest of the household.
The Big Brother experience must have been very difficult for Faria. I thought she behaved throughout as I imagine she was brought up to be, dignified and reserved. I never thought she was a slapper, or in any way cheap, when her sex life got her in the news. Her business, I would have thought. I was subsequently a bit disappointed to hear quite how promptly she was hawking her BB story round Fleet Street but, I suppose, a girl has to be practical and topical if she’s going to make money that way. For me, the most interesting thing about Faria was her apparent inability to express the emotions she was claiming to feel. I put this down to her upbringing to and there may be a lesson there for all of us. Imagine a girl bought up in strict circumstances in old established traditions, then abruptly cast out of that culture into a new and different one. She’ll know how to function emotionally in the old culture, her appropriate upbringing will have prepared her for that, but in this new (by which I mean, ‘Western’) culture, one where the world has moved on from the time that birthed the culture she was raised in, she struggles to express emotions that she has no name for. We’re probably all a bit that way at times as the world turns faster. Our childhood upbringing can less and less prepare us for adulthood as effectively the two happen in different worlds. Poor Faria. I liked her.
Big Brother grew up and found its feet here, this was ground-breaking TV. It still seems the fashion in newspapers that somehow, inexplicably, appear to consider themselves and their readers above Big Brother viewers. It’s only for the oiks is the subtext of the copy in pretty much all the nationals.
Synchronise watches, tv kids; only a matter of time before they change their tune and accept that here are observations made on life in the raw, that the spat between Dennis and Chantelle, the spats between everybody and George, everybody and the confused unfortunate Jodie Marsh, weren’t far more riveting viewing than anything scriptwriters could have dreamed up. It’s been an age in coming, but Big Brother seems to be coming of age.