Sorry, Big Brother, but no one was watching you
Forsome people, the news of the axing of Big Brother may have come as a shock. Was it still on?
While in any real way, the concept flatlined years ago, it had its big cultural moment, and for longer than it was given credit for. For my sins, I still watched Celebrity Big Brother, though, increasingly, my sins weren’t the point. It turned into a kind of celebrity career rehab scheme, with “casting” that verged on irresponsible.
The diary room became an unofficial parole board, sanitising and relaunching Z-listers and reprobates who simply wouldn’t have been allowed on Strictly Come Dancing or I’m a Celebrity – though Celebrity Coach Trip might have had them, if the coach was set to drive into a ravine.
Reality television has its own strict food chain and somehow Big Brother, the originator, had ended up scrabbling at the bottom along with Celebs Go Dating. A programme that once reflected ourselves as a nation had turned into a mirror to check that we were still breathing, because clearly anyone still watching was braindead.
That said, if it ever returned, reanimated like an unlovely, whingeing, fame-crazed Doctor Who, would I watch? Absolutely! RIP, Big Brother – until the next phone vote.