Clive James, Pauline Kael and John Brosnan put their old reviews into books, and Victor Lewis-Smith has done the same. Quite rightly so. From his laser-like dissection of the disastrous soap 'Eldorado' ( was there really a fan club for it? ) to his superbly savage and entirely justified massacre of 'Noel's House Party', as well as such telly trash as 'Emmerdale', 'Wish You Were Here', 'That's Life!', 'Lucky Numbers' and the god-awful 'Vanessa', this had me cheering inbetween loud guffaws.
At long last someone's had the courage to defy the long-held ( and in my view wrong ) theory that, when it comes to television, the public are always right. One would hope the bosses who put this muck on our screens read this and hang their heads in shame ( or better yet, hang themselves ), but I suppose its unlikely. The replies from irate telly people completely miss the point, declaring that if millions are prepared to endure crap its no longer crap. As long as these berks are in charge, we will continue to suffer. Please bring out a follow-up, Victor. I'm dying to know what you think of the current, ridiculous trend for 'reality T.V.'.