The kitchen is now the size of Ibrox stadium.
Hoards of potential competitors line up.
20 will get through.
They have to cook their best dish and for the final 5 minutes finish it off in front of the judges.
John Torode & Greg ‘ The Thumb’ Wallace.
Each contestant has to get a ‘yes’ from both judges to go through.
If one says yes and the other no then the competitor gets to come back and try again one last time.
Like a bus spewing diesel up the M1 you can see it coming……
John says no.
Greg gives him the quizzical eye. Hums, haws and then – controversial – Greg says yes.
‘I’m really sticking my neck out for you’ says the thumb.
Nonsense you are just doing what the producers have told you to, eg try to ramp up the tension when in actual fact there isn’t any.
We don’t care about these competitors yet. We don’t.
Ok then, thinks the producer, why don’t we draft in their relatives and best friends and then we can see them emoting wildly with the ones they love?
On the set, of Masterchef? Parents, partners, boyfriends, girlfriends, cuddling? Sobbing?
It’s enough to put you off your tea.
It is a set up.
It is obviously a set up.
It is sad to see such a great cooking show brought down to the reality TV level of
Britain’s Got Talent with pans.
Gutted.
Used to love it.
Now it has become another manipulative emotion charged show which schmalz and insincerity stifling the piquant flavour of what used to be the original and the best Cooking show on telly.
Ok got that off my chest. Next?
