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Surprise Surprise Gotcha

Channel: Nine Network
Day & Time: Tuesday, 7.30 p.m. *

(*as at November 2007)

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No surprise - it's rubbish

I was going to write about the new season of Weeds; but Nine decided to pull it from our screens. Then I was going to review Viva Laughlin; but it's been axed by both Nine and its US parent network. So now I'm on to plan-C. That’s actually quite appropriate now I come to think of it, because it’s all C-grade on Nine’s Surprise Surprise Gotcha.

C-grade celebs indulging in C-grade pranks in a C-grade format make for a tortuous hour of “entertainment”.

The idea is a variation on Candid Camera or, for those unfamiliar with that old show, the Ashton Kutcher stinker Punk’d. Essentially, it involves a planned set-up in which some Channel Nine “personality” will trick another Channel Nine “personality” into thinking some outrageous situation is the real deal. Then – surprise, surprise gotcha! – the truth is revealed much to the mark’s embarrassment. Oh, happy days. I mean, what a concept. Who coulda thunk up that one?

Surprise Surprise Gotcha stems from host Matt Tilley’s radio show on Fox FM in Melbourne where he was touted as the king of the prank call. This even spawned some CDs – you can pick one up now in the $2 bin at your local music store. Of course, the fact the something works in the lowest-common-denominator world of commercial radio doesn’t mean it will translate to another medium. But Nine have given it a go.

The result is the televisual equivalent of the old “pull my finger” joke – only not as funny. The high preponderance of celebs contracted to the network that produces the program should give some clue that there’s considerably more obligation than volition in the making of this particular series.

Set-ups include things like getting bad service in a restaurant. Wow! There’s a new one. Oh, the hilarity that must surely ensue from getting a bad waiter, being filmed and then “gotcha-ed”. The trouble with the format is – well, first it isn’t funny – but second, when the “marks” react with good grace to the situation (something demonstrated recently by Catriona Rowntree), the whole thing falls flat (with or without the addition of a laugh track).

Tilley and another radio personality, Jackie O, share the hosting duties with the kind of breathless enthusiasm you’d expect of two brought up in the rigours of giving away icy cold cans of Coke.

The celebs generally are pretty good sports about the whole thing. The most priceless moment comes at the end of every set-up, when the “gotcha” happens. It’s always made very clear what show they’re on. If you watch carefully, you can see the thought process as they realise that it’s not just a TV show they’re on, but one made by their own network. The look of dismay turns to one of false cheeriness as they intone “aw, shucks” or words to that effect.

Surprise Surprise Gotcha is yet another example of Australian television networks scraping the bottom of the barrel when it comes to local content. They’re all guilty, but then Nine have also given us trash like Sea Patrol this year. Still, I guess it could be worse – it could be National Bingo Night.

Phil James

 

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