The 'Curse of Strictly',

It is rather interesting to see how the so-called ‘Strictly Curse’ is or rather has, developed into a rigmarole of gigantic proportions. It is not just about the ‘love’ triangles. You know that as partners of the ‘professionals’ develop lust or love (take your pick) for them. That is not so strange as weeks of very, very close bodily contact has to be endured. There is another ‘curse’ as well as developments have shown. When professional dancers take the ‘slow’ take-up of lessons/training by their unfortunate ‘luvvies’ too serious and start spitting their venom or telling them they are not up to scratch and are overweight or something like that.

Well, I can understand all of that, to some extent it is part of human behaviour. If you want to be the best you have to put the training in. Looking at these celebrities you might ask what did they expect? Sitting around talking, having cups of coffee? Photo opportunities?

Here is the crux of the matter, what does the BBC department, the ‘bosses’, tell these celebrities. Indeed, what is the salary structure for the professionals? Would they ‘earn’ more money as the contest grinds on? Bonuses for reaching Blackpool Dance Emporium? That alone would put professionals in a state of greedy competition? So, is the BBC guilty of providing a system that would almost guarantee behaviour as what we are hearing now? I am not condoning the behaviour of professional people but when a competition starts, and you can see that in other fields of ‘sport’ as well, a number will get physical. In the name of ‘Getting the best out of people who do not have an idea what professional dancing is all about’!

Frankly, if competitions like this are going to be the BBC’s idea of ‘entertainment’ then these sort of things will happen again. As such I think the blame can be put fairly and squarely at the feet of the production team of the BBC and in the end at the feet of the top man/woman. Having said all of that, it has to be recognised how successful the programme was and presumably still is. We might wonder if the whole lot of it is going to be dumbded down and whether it will continue to be so. Now we will have psychiatrists and nannies and presumable a new government department will be set up as well, so dancing will only be like you see in clubs. A slow gyration, both legs firmly attached to the floor. Lovely, I am thinking I rather watch Doctor Who, although all that wokeness puts me off. ‘ Doctor Who – ‘Where is my cravat, Daisey? I must face those dastardly naughty robots and I have to look good and dressed properly for the occasion’. Or words to that effect. Anyway, leaving it and let’s hope some proper thinking can sort out Auntie Beeb. Just don’t hold your breath!

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