School of Saatchi

Watched the School of Saatchi last night; what a bizarre show.

On one hand, the idea of a talent show based around actual talent is quite alluring, but as usual, the contestants were all jazzy-handed messy-haired wankers. Apart from Suki, the sweet lassy with the slightly rubbish video installation that looked like a screensaver. It isn't really a surprise that they're tools since it is, essentially, a televised talent content. But still....

Also, to complicate things, Charles Saatchi (or to give him his full name: The Reclusive Enigmatic King-Maker Charles Saatchi) doesn't actually appear on camera! Which means that we're treated to his wee sycophantic assistant starting every sentence with 'Well Charles thinks....', and brilliantly, having a conversation with him on her mobile and sitting there saying 'yeah.....hm....uh huh....sure......yeah' as if she's talking to the banker on Deal or No Deal. It's ridiculous!

Like, I'll be watching next week. Some of the stuff they made was quite interesting if you just block out the idiots that made it. Oh, and Tracy Emin is fucking fantastic; my favourite new TV personality. She shouted at a guy for painting a wheel in his installation yellow and green! She was fucking furious! I thought she was going to lamp him.

I have no real way to wrap this wee bit up; I thought I'd just share my thoughts. Bye.

Episode 1 is on the iPlayer right here.