Edit: Even if there’s some weird Briticism where a season can refer to one show in a connected group of shows, Cory’s language still doesn’t make sense. It wouldn’t be season 3 of Weekly Wipe, it would be season 3 of Charlie Brooker’s wipe series.

A great watch as always.

I don’t need his finely-crafted observations to inform me of the pathetic depths to which many of my fellow humans have sunk; I have a rough idea already and and quite frankly that fuzzy picture is more than enough without being brought into gruesome focus.

In fact, it occurs to me that this scenario hints at an inherent contradiction at the heart of Screen Wipe: anybody who can appreciate how dismal these dire offerings are very likely already despises such filth, and is apt to be more depressed than entertained by Brooker marching these vacuous zombies before their eyes, barely relieved at all by his heroic post-apocalyptic sniping slaughter of them.

Having said that, of course it’s all worth it if this show can make a single matrix-dwelling automaton wake the fuck up and stop pouring rancid swill into their mind.

I had avoided it entirely until watching this.  While I feel a great sense of validation by finally witnessing the immense stupidity of it, I do feel as my brain just formed a neural pathway I would have rather it didn’t. 

1) Advertisers would hate it.

2) The host would be overwhelmed by a superabundance of material.

3) We Americans have already produced our own watered-down, dumbed-down, and generally unfunny version of the same thing. It’s called “Tosh 2.0″.