The Willabooby and guest panelist Christine Bleakley who flicked her bean on the show.
Holly Willoughby attempts to distance herself from her nickname by showing off her lovely eyes instead.
SHI-DING!!
Currently my favourite entertainment show on TV, for all the right
reasons, is back! Last night hailed the return of Celebrity Juice (ITV2, 10pm) as Keith Lemon steamrolled through 45 minutes of bulging comedic filth. If Celebrity Juice was a person, it would be a late 30s mother-of-two who, fucked on Sambucca (club) and Pink Lambrini (pre-drinks), dances and slurs her way through the latest Rihanna track in Newport's Liquid Envy, flashes her tits with the girls for a laff, and her thong inadvertently, whilst her kids get looked after by gran and wonder if mum loves her saturday nights more than them.
Leigh Francis' (CJ creator and Keith Lemon) brash, loud and off the wall show
is a testament to his comedic genius as a performer. I defy anyone to not laugh out loud at least ten times
during an episode as he descends into increasing frivolity. The whole notion of ‘celebrity’ and ‘VIP’ is subverted
during the show (in similarity to Simon Amstell on Never Mind the Buzzcocks but in a
different manner) through a series of ridiculous games and innuendo filled
punchlines. Holly Willoughby and Fearne Cotton also play their part as brilliant team captains.
Watching them brush off taunts and bad innuendo is not only hilarious in itself
but it is enjoyable to see Leigh Francis push the boundaries of his character
Keith Lemon whilst remaining totally likeable.
Some critics may brush off Celebrity
Juice as trashy fodder that is typical of ITV2. On the surface Celebrity Juice seems like the kind of show Kirsty from Hollywood Bowel (sp?) might watch avidly but actually its a rather daring show that is as much a social critique as it is about Holly Willoughby's tits (which it is quite a lot about). What is often overlooked is that Celebrity Juice acts as a stunning critique of the culture of
celebrity in modern times. It is ITV2’s answer to Charlie Brooker/BBC4’s Screenwipe.
Step back from the
tomfoolery and constant ‘vulgarity’ (as my nan would call it) and we have a
show that brilliantly underlines everything – from the vacuousness of our obsession
with celebrity to the mundanity of celebrity news. Keith Lemon subjects Fearne
Cotton’s ‘nostrils’ to a level of bullying that a grown man would struggle not
to break down over. This is a probing poke at our ability to find the tiniest
fault with celebrities and plaster it over magazines for the ends of our own
amusement and desire for derision.
Watching Michelle Keegan and Paddy
McGuinness lick chocolate spread off some well placed christmas baubles, a part
from being hilarious, shows audiences that the pedestal of celebrity is but a
myth! For they too enjoy a laugh and are not afraid to demean themselves for a
cheap one! It reminds us of us on a Saturday night (fucked on Sambucca and Pink Lambrini probably). Hurrah! We are one! And
seeing Verne Troyer (Minime of Austin
Powers fame) being carried around the studio whilst doing his best impression
of a buzzing bee reminds us that we should probably go away and read a book
sometimes. We salute you Celebrity Juice!
