Strictly Come Dance Satire

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Strictly come… not much Dancing! It’s a Saturday evening, 6:30pm. The BBC 1 build-up is finally over- Strictly’s up next. You snuggle down in the comfort of your own living room, a hot chocolate and cushion to hand, and await 90 minutes of exhilaration and exuberance… yeah right! I’ve never heard so much nonsense in my life. The show’s a joke. How did such an outdated programme manage to seize a place on modern television anyway? It’s beyond me. Now, where to begin… the start of the show perhaps: “it’s nice to see you, to see you… NICE” the old aged pensioner cries in ecstasy. Well it’s not nice to see you! “Here we go again!” I mumble as I prevent myself from nearly dozing off, “10 minutes of dancing, 80 minutes of cheesy presenting, unamusing…show more content…
How absurd is that? Therefore, in order to live up to our high expectations of reality TV, I think we’d all agree that it needs to be more realistic. Why doesn’t Brucie watch ‘I’m a Celebrity’ tonight and learn a few tips… Firstly, ‘I’m a Celebrity’ is not scripted and is way funnier than ‘Strictly’. Secondly, ‘I’m a celebrity’ consists of a pair of presenters less than half his age, who actually know the world has evolved since the 19th…show more content…
I don’t think he understands that he’s supposed to be filming the dancers and not the (most probably bored stiff) celebrities among the audience. Yes- they’re famous, yes- they’re watching your ‘amazing’ show, but no- we really couldn’t give a damn. To be honest, we don’t care who else is watching- we’re watching, so get on with the show! Finally, what I hate above everything else (including the roughly 100-year-old, well past his sell by date, cheesy, humourless presenter) is the voting system. I can’t bear it. Tess Daley, the fifties fashion fanatic, tells us to: “pick up your phone and vote for your favourite couple.” Vote for our Favourite couple? No wonder Kimberly, as exquisitely as she danced, was dumped in the dance off instead of Michael (who danced like a wooden puppet). Surely we should be voting for the best dancer, right? It’s not a popularity contest. In conclusion, it seems that ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ isn’t fit for our modern day screens; we simply don’t want to watch the same presenter that our grandparents watched 60 years ago. Perhaps, instead, the BBC could propose the dawn of a new Saturday night hit: a programme with a modern, just and engaging approach to reality TV. In my opinion, even ‘The X-factor’ (which also has many faults about it), is more captivating and satisfying than ‘Strictly Come

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