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Posh: What a load of tosh!

July 18 | our TV junkies

Life’s too short to watch a whole hour of Posh Spice, aka Mrs David Beckham, prancing around on the TV screen in her new home of Beverly Hills.

In the interests of research for this blog, I tried, I really did. But after 15 minutes of the self-indulgent inanity that was Victoria Beckham Coming to America (imaginative title, by the way), I was forced to turn off.

The highlight of that 15 minutes was seeing a shirtless David Beckham flash his pecs while the couple were being filmed on a photo shoot for a magazine cover in Spain. During the shoot, Posh laments the fact that people always say David is gorgeous “and I’m funny”.

Funny? Sorry, Mrs Becks, I’ve had more laughs out of a root canal.

I did stay tuned long enough to see Posh settle into her temporary digs in LA, lamenting how much she had to do before David arrived, while lying around the pool and posing so her two “best friends” could take photos on a mobile phone to send to hubby dearest.

The “friends”, by the way, were her hair stylish and make-up artist. Does it strike anyone else as a bit sad that Posh’s best mates also happen to be on her payroll?

Anyway, I’m told by colleagues who did persevere with this show for a whole hour that it did prove, on the whole, to be quite entertaining – especially when the “star” used a blow-up doll to try to divert the attention of the paparazzi. (Though why someone who didn’t want to court the attention of the media would decide to star in their own reality TV show is a mystery to me.)

In the end, though, when people are being blown to pieces in Iraq, starving to death in Africa, and persecuted because of their race and beliefs in all corners of the world, you have to ask yourself: What is the point of Mrs Beckham?

Like many of the so-called “celebrities” in the Western world, she isn’t even famous for any real talent of her own (there was apparently only one Spice Girl who could sing, and it wasn’t Posh).

Victoria Beckham Coming to America was widely panned by television critics in the US, and the only saving grace is that it was, heaven forbid, originally envisioned as a six-part reality-TV series but was condensed into the one-hour episode.

Did anyone manage to watch the entire show? Were you entertained or turned off?

— SUZANNE KEEN