The initial situation was promising: most of the celebrities were largely unknown not only to the audience but also to the other residents when they moved in ("I know your face, but I don't know where!"). Trash shows with celebrities thrive on the fact that the participants are either no longer known, not yet known or not known at all.
One lady, for example, was a contestant on the Pro7 show "Catch a Millionaire" and feels like a showbiz star. Jenny Elvers moved in to prove her abstinence from alcohol. A dark-haired singer took part in a casting show at some point. A boxer who has already been punched in the nose by Klitschko. Mareike Amado takes on the role of mother in the house and has taken her dog with her. You probably know her from somewhere. The youngest are lured in front of the screens by stars of their generation: one candidate plays a part in "Berlin - Day and Night", another has at least a considerable YouTube fan base (why exactly remains a mystery to the rest of the viewers). And of course David Hasselhoff, who with his real celebrity status looks like an exotic in the wrong movie.
So far, so good, the trash soup seems to have been prepared, the show a sure-fire success. But not at all. Format newcomer Sat.1 does pretty much everything wrong that can be done wrong. Starting with the logo, which is so ugly that you want to switch off again straight away. The two presenters Cindy von Marzahn and Oliver Pocher are also so bad that you just want to sink into the sofa from embarrassment: Pocher's insecure transgressions are corrected and defused in a childish way by his counterpart. The taboo-free Pocher, who normally has his moments, thus degenerates into a truncated schoolboy who hopes every time he says something that he won't be reprimanded by the snorting moralizer at teenage level. Everything seems improvised, strained and insecure.
The show itself is surprisingly laboriously produced: The director sleeps through the timing of the inserts and thus deprives the show of its much-needed flow. The clips themselves lack a common thread and relevance. After a few minutes, they stop without warning or a punchline - the surprised live audience usually needs a few moments to realize when and why they should applaud. To make matters worse, these films are also commented on by Pocher and Cindy von Marzahn - German television has probably never heard more bland off-screen voices. The residents have to complete unimaginative and strange tasks - supported by the viewers, who decide whether the chosen candidate will have spaghetti bolognese or cheeseburgers thrown in their face the next day. Captivating! From time to time, the show switches live into the house, only to stop a little later - wrong moment, too boring.
Format leader RTL will be laughing up its sleeve. After just four days, the competition's attempt to gain a foothold in the high-level, foreign-shame territory seems to have failed. And one realizes: RTL's success with the "jungle show" is no coincidence and also no indicator of an undemanding, uneducated audience. Eating a kangaroo testicle or taking a cockroach bath does not make a street sweeper. The success is based on the secret quality of the show - even if it comes across as supposedly cheap trash. At RTL, top people seem to be pulling the strings in the background, at Sat.1 it's interns and temporary vacation workers.
Kressexpress.de commented on the ratings on Saturday: "Sat.1 wins with 'Promi Big Brother' in the advertising target group". On Sunday: "Heavy losses on day two, but: 'Promi Big Brother' wins the day". On Monday: "Top ratings for tough Viennese pimp 'Tatort' - 'Promi Big Brother' at its lowest". And how will things look on Tuesday? At least the ex-rescue swimmer and car whisperer David Hasselhoff, who has traveled all the way here, would be lucky if the show could pick itself up.
Thomas Häusermann