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[07/06/07] From The World Of Big Brother

Six celebrities will be paired up with six genuine criminals in the ultimate reality show; a televisual event so cynical, it could only be a hit. Critics are already calling it “scandalous”, “blasphemous” and “top hole entertainment, what”.

But for its creators, only one name would do:

Moving from the comfortable furnishings of the Big Brother House to the stone-clad hell of Winfield Penitentiary, justice has never been so televised, and therefore awesome. Every week, the Chain Gang Buddies will battle it out to win your love - and your mercy. Why? Because every week, the choice is yours - to release a celebrity idol or…

...Free Barabbas!

Yes, this time the prize is far more than mere money. Whichever inmate is chosen for release, their partner must return to their cell to serve out the rest of the prison sentence in full. No parole. No chance of lucrative book contracts. No time off for good behaviour, even if they are a horse-faced socialite. Just twenty years of hard labour, and a commemorative Free Barabbas pot to piss in.

“I’m rooting for Mario ‘Corkscrew’ Spinetti,” cheered onlooker Cecilia Darringtree, waving a blood-soaked flag as the inmates met their new celebrity bunkmates. “Sure, they say he raped ten people while high on PCP, but just look at those dimples! How could anyone stay mad at that face?”

Critics of the show are already protesting its existence, partly due to it marking the final nail in the coffin for respect, law, and order, but mostly because of having to watch Neil and Christine Hamilton walk to their cell naked, Alcatraz style, even after the guards asked them not to. “There’s some things nobody should ever have to see,” hissed cellmate and former gangland assassin Carlos ‘Icepick’ Mendez, currently recovering in the Winfield medical wing after trying to carve his own eyeballs out with a shiv. “I told ‘em I’d say where I stashed the loot, but the bitch kept wobblin’!”

The show’s producers assure everyone that psychologists will be on hand throughout the filming of the show, assessing the participants’ mental state, and ensuring that all contestants are treated with dignity and respect whenever conducive to good telly. They point out that this is a fascinating social experiment, and their team of highly paid experts agrees.

Disgraced sociology professor Dr. Amanda Peckinpah is particularly excited about the study being undertaken, expressing a particular interest in seeing whether the cult of personality that tends to build up around criminals and criminality will have any impact on the general public, and whether their natural sociopathic charms will be sufficient to turn people away from former idols.

“I bloody hope so,” she sighed. “Just so long as they get Cheggers.”

Inside the walls, news of the show being filmed has cheered the historically downtrodden residents. For many, the show is their one chance to return to the civilised world, and none more so than new fan-favourite Alan ‘Mooner’ Redspan. This professional serial killer and DIY abattoir enthusiast first shot to the public’s attention when he shot five police offers. It was then, serving the first of many consecutive sentences, that he devised the gimmick that would make him famous; sewing his victims’ faces onto his buttocks to better taunt any law enforcement trying to catch him.

After promotional photographs from Free Barabbas: Series One were leaked online, the East Texas Gazette controversially announced Redspan as the state’s #4 bachelor, cementing his position as the series’ most charming figure, including the hosts. Even so, ignoring his fifty marriage proposals, the annoyance of his new fan club, and the lucrative toy contract he plans to sign next week, prison officials insist the easy-going murderer will still get the Chair… unless he can beat Vanessa Feltz in Friday’s big pie eating contest.

Onlookers rated the criminal’s chances as slim, but then stopped talking for fear of going for an easy joke that would only make them feel ashamed when they had time to reflect.

As for the man himself: “I want everyone to know, I bitterly regret my crimes,” said Redspan, appearing in public for the first time since his triumphant escape all those years ago. “All I’m looking for is a third chance, and forgiveness from the survivors of my second,” he added. “This time when I found Christ, he wasn’t made of pointy metal.”

The first season of Free Barabbas begins this Sunday.

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I actually think it’s quite promising that this series of Big Brother is closer to the original values of Nineteen-Eighty-Four than ever. We’ve already had one inmate ex-communicated for Thought Crime…

Posted by Iain on Friday 8th June

I cherish my ignorance of such things. And threaten to hurl plungers in the faces of people who would steal it.

They don’t listen. Sob.

Posted by Richard on Friday 8th June

You’re laughing now, but it’s only a matter of time before something that tacky does get commissioned. Iain, I just wish the producers of Big Brother really would stick to the values espoused in 1984 - we’ll see to just what lengths those vacuous, self-obsessed, shallow and hateful little nobodies are willing to go in order to achieve a minor, short-lived fame. I could just about respect someone willing to have regular electroshock therapy and all their teeth ripped out in return for a month’s acknowledgement by Heat magazine. Just about, anyway. Sorry, I’m just still bitter about Paris being treated for ‘depression’ after less than 48 hours - IT’S PRISON YOU POINTLESS EXCUSE FOR A LIFEFORM, IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE (BLEEP!) DEPRESSING! A minimum security ‘country-club’ prison too, I might add. Try a few years in Gartree, then complain that the sentence was harsh.

Posted by theaikidoka on Friday 8th June

It’s happening already. That’s the point. We’ve already had live autopsies and live plastic surgery on British TV, and a week or two back Endemol were pilloried for running a fake “win a kidney” TV competition. What’s the betting that it wasn’t “to raise awareness of the problem” and was actually a genuine competition until the media decided to have a fit about it?

By comparison, Free Barabbas sounds rather tame. Personally speaking though, any TV program that could result in Neil and Christine Hamilton being locked away for a life sentence with no parole gets my vote… I mean, anything but all those godawful singing “talent” shows…

Posted by Iain on Friday 8th June

http://cbs2.com/topstories/local_story_158220440.html

YES! WOOHOO! Other sounds of joy and hilarity!

Posted by theaikidoka on Friday 8th June

I think they pretty much had to do that at this point. Anything else would have been the Justice Department equivalent of the classic “We don’t negotiate with terrorists” bit.

Posted by Richard on Friday 8th June

Something I have to bring to this talk, for reading the above conjured such wonderful memories…

A few years ago, Comedy Central ran a few mock ads for over-the-top reality shows, complete with official-looking logos and timeslots (the tagline, once the fake commercial was over and the joke was revealed, was “Get Real").  One such show was Tiny House, where a supposed newlywed couple would be forced to live in a 2/3 sized house, the “entertainment” coming from watching their frustration mount and their marriage crack in miniature surroundings (these were very slick, concise ads).

The saddest part?  I didn’t bat an eye. I was finally surprised not from the concept, but when the end of the commercial revealed it was a hoax.  I’m currently a member of the “I Was Genuinely Surprised When I Learned Tiny House Was Not A Real Show” group on FaceBook, which was actually started by a friend of mine with a similar story.  Another person, not just me, thought Tiny House was real, and was almost disappointed when it wasn’t.  We laugh about it now.  Society weeps.

Posted by Brian on Saturday 9th June

Edit: Sorry, it was a Geico commercial.  My mistake.  The “Get Real” ads followed a similar track, with classics like Trading Babies and Real Blind Date (where actual blind people were to be put on blind dates.  Classy)

Found the YouTube video: “Geico - Tiny House commercial”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyWUNAUpF50

Posted by Brian on Saturday 9th June

Weird… I think the oddest I vaguely remember was a foreign one, in which somebody would live in a glass (or at least translucent) house - hence doing things like taking showers and getting dressed in front of the audience outside.

Yesterday in the office, I overheard (due to not being able to get my headphones fast enough) that someone had been fired from the last series of That Show for not realising that ‘reality’ didn’t actually mean they should be themselves.

I vote for launching everyone involved into space.

Posted by Richard on Saturday 9th June

“I vote for launching everyone involved into space.”

Now that was a great idea for a reality show.

(Note: Even I can’t tell if I’m being serious about that show being a good idea. It was essentially a ten-day Beadle set-up, but I thought that testing how much of that bullshit people would swallow before catching on that it was faked was an interesting premise.)

Posted by Paul Cosgrove on Monday 11th June