Review: I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here!, episode one
Review of the opening episode of I'm a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here!, in which hosts Ant and Dec introduced this year's line-up, including Rebecca Adlington and Cian Egan.
It would take a brave soul to say that this year’s I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here! has the most instantly forgettable celebrity assemblage of any IACGMOOH ever. But when the most interesting person on display is snooker player Steve Davis, a man who has made an entire post-real-career career out of being not interesting, then it suggests that the next three weeks are going to require Sisyphean dedication.
The cast was as follows: Steve ‘Interesting’ Davis; swimmer Rebecca Adlington; Kian Egan of the boyband Westlife; the designer David Emanuel; Joey Essex from The Only Way is Essex; Laila Morse, aka ‘Big’ Mo from EastEnders; Lucy Pargeter, aka Chas Dingle from Emmerdale; Alfonso Ribeiro – aka the one who’s not Will Smith from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air; Matthew Wright, aka the thinking man’s Jeremy Kyle; and Amy Willerton, who as far as I can tell is aka nothing at all but whose publicity shot has her in a pair of bikini bottoms and who turned up last night to grapple with everything the jungle could throw at her in a pair of pristine white flip flops.
They all said that they didn’t know why they were doing this, even as their agents cracked open the champagne. Joey Essex said he was not confrontational, adding that he would only ever ‘confrontate’ someone if they… had a dictionary on them or something. Then, four celebs were taken away on a boat. Their mission, after a skydive, was to race across an island, picking their camp-mates at various stages.
Matthew Wright was on the losing team. ‘The torture begins,’ he said, much as I might when I chance upon his show on a quiet Tuesday morning. Joey Essex was also a little perturbed that in the rain forest ‘it rains, on purpose.’
All of this was, of course, mildly diverting but totally inconsequential. As ever, the drollery of presenters Ant and Dec sugared the pill, but like The X Factor after a decade, IACGMOOH still feels a little long in the tooth.
And yet – when it came to the first Bushtucker trial, in which all of the celebs were put in glass coffins with various timorous beasties, that disarming, probably sinful feeling of enjoying watching someone you’ve never heard of really suffer, kicked right in. A lizard tried to bite Joey Essex’s trousers. Matthew Wright was nominated for the next trial. Steve Davis was quite interesting. Plenty to be going on with there.