I was rude about channel Go! when it first went to air. I said it was the equivalent of building an island out of sewage and calling it a paradise resort. Well, a little palm tree of goodness has taken root in the filth. Go! plays the new bread and circuses, which is cheese and Wipeout.
Wipeout and its British inbred cousin, Total Wipeout, are champagne television. That might state my case enough for you to turn away now, go look for the remote and turn it on. But, if you think you are not cultured enough for it and are a little intimidated by its highbrow content, let me try and change your mind.
It has loads of single entendres.
It has people falling on their faces in the mud.
It has very few minutes of “getting to know” the contestant.
It has people falling on their faces from heights.
It has a number of different challenges per show, but not so different that you don’t get to anticipate the fact that it will include…
People falling on their faces. (Quite often in a pose that has the soles of their shoes touching the backs of their heads. Sham-paggun, I tell you!)
If the silly old Romans had removed all the gore from their entertainment and stuck some big ol’, bouncy, red balls in the Colosseum, who knows, they might still be with us?
It’s not as morally corrupt as lion v Christian, but you still get to laugh like a loon at other people’s misfortune. With a tasty old cheese and a glass of wine, it is the perfect pick-me-up (and throw me face down in the mud) at the end of the day.
I give it two Roman thumbs up.
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