Three years ago we had the battle of the 24/7 formats, with Big Brother and Survivor taking the opposite roles in this country to the ones they did in the US, with The Mole and I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here! spiritual descendents. Who Wants To Be A Millionaire? with Ticklish-Feet Tarrant is now approaching a positively geriatric five, but it wasn't until much more recently that we saw its competition over here (Shafted, the semi-super-big-money The Vault and In It To Win It; even our Greed was delayed and so forth). The other trend has been imitators of The Weakest Link, minus questions plus "stuff" - Friends Like These, Dog Eat Dog, All Or Nothing and more than a hint of it in In It To Win It. daweaver might have observed this summer's trend a couple of months ago while I wasn't watching but I don't think the mass media commentators have spotted it yet.
This summer, though, we have at least four shows which seek to celebrate the unusually gifted. We're still coming off the end of the The Weakest Link kick, so most of them have a bit of a spike to them. Still a definite shift compared to the shows of last year, though:
- Eggheads channels the spirit of the American Double Dare (no, not that Double Dare, the wilfully obscure 1970s quiz Double Dare) by having a panel of four spoilers take on contestant teams drawn from pub quizzes;
- via the Demon cache, Nobody Likes A Smart Ass features an average studio audience of 100 taking on a single expert from a panel of six, though a later report (third one down) cuts the 100 down to 50;
- Beat The Nation (eheu, registration with Quizzing required) isn't quite how it sounds - it's apparently really quite accessible - but it is being hosted by two-thirds of the Goodies;
- Channel 4's Superhumans tests not just brains but also brawn, bottle, brilliance, bollocks and bonhomie;
- there was a suggestion that BBC Manchester were working on a project somewhat akin to Mental Gladiators, but nothing more has come of it, so we assume that it Didn't Make It;
- Stephen Fry's "QI" features celebrities primed with lots of useful, useless, interesting and boring facts pretenting to be celebrities due to their genius rather than due to their, well, celebrity;
- Britain's Brainiest Kid does what it says on the tin and...
The other interesting thing about it is that the presentation of Grand Slam is set to be top-flight quiz as sporting event, with hosts Carol Vorderman (long associated with initiatives of smartness) and James Richardson (last seen as slightly wise-cracking host of their Football Italia) at the helm. It has also reportedly had slightly more run-throughs, pilots, technical rehearsals and the like than you would have expected for a show about whose format the broadcaster was certain. Nevertheless, soon enough we will find out whether the chess-clock-inspired game actually makes interesting viewing or not.
There ought to be more about it at Channel 4 soon but, as I type, all we have is a mocked-up "quiz champion trading card" - this sample features "Marcus" with "IQ 154" who claims "he never loses". I'll swap you that for a quiz_master_man any day. (Actually, if this catches on, maybe hmtriplecrown might get one of himself soon.) One of the other cool things about the show is that radinden knows probably more than half the contestants already, and at least one of them, the spectacularly-named Olav Bjortomt, has blogged about it himself already. Anyway, not long to go now; more about it soon if it's any good or if it's spectacularly bad.
In a link that Anne Robinson would doubtless have words about, there was another British game show called "Scavengers" in 1994/1995 which was a remarkably spectacular failure. It had a wonderful set but suffered from games which weren't particularly interesting to follow on-screen, a wildly overblown concept ("game show set on space ship - grab space junk and goodies from the wreckage") and a host with radically deficient acting skills. It was such a failure that half-way through the series they took it off-air and burned the remaining episodes on Monday mornings over the next summer holidays, which is about as ignominious a way for a show to go as possible. Nevertheless, I loved it to pieces, mostly because of its funky music and its wild pretentions. Oh, and because the single prize the show awarded was apparently a pair of rather tacky badges.
The reason I mention it - and here's that spectacularly weak link - is that there's an event in Coventry City Centre called Scavengers this Saturday; £10 per person in a team of up to four, 10am to 6pm, winning team splits a grand in the hand. Unfortunately the only Friends I have near Coventry are daweaver and mhw; the latter would not be so much about the running around town, but his mighty brain and remarkable nous would doubtless propel a team well towards victory. Perhaps Coventry's not so far away from Oxford that the Oxford folk might come up from it and play even with a lack of local knowledge. There's not much else going on, after all, apart from - and I still keep harping on about it - the last two days of Uncle Roy in London. Someone try it, please! Someone! Anyone! Uncle Roy finishes on Saturday, so move swiftly.
titanic_days and sophie10 will have to wait until tomorrow for their interviews, I fear, because today has proved that you can indeed have too much of a good thing; ericklendl, j4, leiabelle, missingdonut and altricial a little longer. Today was quiet but pleasant; Mum celebrated a birthday, so we went out for a reasonably serviceable, pleasant meal. Oh, and in other news, my bedroom lightbulb has stopped working, so I've been typing this in the dark.