Topical, satirical, scathing witty horror. Celebrity obsession, primetime talent shows, addiction, stand-up, murder and soap operas. Were it a recipe, Jamie Oliver would condemn it.
A man walked into a pub. Ouch! It was an iron pub.
The makers of Pop Idol had branched out and searched for a big screen Olive Oyl (in Popeye Doll) and hired new archaeologists (in Bone Idol), the latest they could offer was Suic-idol. People were literally dying to get on it, and they needed a new format.
"Sick of all the generic crap being pumped out by your TV? Convinced by bland colleagues that you have a modicum of mediocre talent and that your banal life is worth televising? Do you like to sing in the shower, and feel the burning urge to inflict your turgid renderings on an unsuspecting and increasingly stupid public? That’s right – your insipid karaoke could be the next big thing!”
So ran the unconventional advert for Uberstar, the latest in a long line of trite, televised tripe. They didn’t count on attracting the one-time soap star and wannabe comedian Stevie Pringle, though. A man suffering from addiction – and refusing to suffer fools – he enjoyed slaying his audiences. And his rivals.
"Uberstardom" takes no prisoners - it merely shoots them as they run for the tube...