15.2.20 The Masked Singer Revised

The format for this show is fatally flawed, although it was already fucked beyond belief, before a single note was sung, because the host is a disaster.  Joel Dommett is quite simply fucking nauseating to listen to.  His nasal warbling and pathetic intonation drives me mad, and who the cunting fuck gave him this gig?

Apparently he's a comedian - with a voice like that, he instills ire rather than humour.  I think he needs to go head-to-head with Rochelle Humes, for a voice that grates; he would win, of course.

The programme encourages awful input from the judges.  Ken Jeong is under the weird impression that he is amusing.  Sorry, Ken, but the only funny thing is that you think so!  With his one joke (about knowing "exactly who it is") wore thin in the first programme, but he continued with it all series.  A prize wanker indeed.

Anyway, Jonathan Woss is so full of himself, he's obese.  Davina McCall somehow has come to think of herself as someone who even counts, and her chanting and faux enthusiasm was shite.  Rita Ora thinks blonde hair and big tits are enough to get her over the line in terms of entertainment value - sorry luv, no.

The next series needs to be rethought, and I have a suggestion.  Gag and blindfold four judges, hit them until they squeal, and then get masked contestants to guess the judge.  Superb format.

By the way, Nicola Roberts (who won) was excellent, and Jason Manford (second) was a revelation.

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