STAR RATING: ***** Saturday Night **** Friday Night *** Friday Morning ** Sunday Night * Monday Morning
As if their torturous 'fly-on-the-wall' programmes weren't excruciating enough, everyone's favourite cut price Sonny and Cher now think they have what it takes to present their own show. Well, needless to say, they don't. They might as well have done some more fly-walling, because the result is much the same, as they interview similar C list (at best) nobodies, asking their inane questions and getting similarly stupid answers. The tack factor is reliably high, with such segments as 'show us your tats', and more of the show is spent backstage than in front of the audience, on account of how few guests actually want to appear on this. Oh well, at least there's the ad break. NO STARS
As if their torturous 'fly-on-the-wall' programmes weren't excruciating enough, everyone's favourite cut price Sonny and Cher now think they have what it takes to present their own show. Well, needless to say, they don't. They might as well have done some more fly-walling, because the result is much the same, as they interview similar C list (at best) nobodies, asking their inane questions and getting similarly stupid answers. The tack factor is reliably high, with such segments as 'show us your tats', and more of the show is spent backstage than in front of the audience, on account of how few guests actually want to appear on this. Oh well, at least there's the ad break. NO STARS
