Dance, Shatner, Dance!!!

Oh, my Gaaaaawd!

Have you seen Bill Shatner's new game show, Show Me The Money?

It is just the most awful, degenerate spectacle that any broadcast network has seen fit to pollute the public airwaves with since Pink Lady and Jeff. It is tacky, obnoxious, derivative and exploitive and marks the utter demise of whatever shred of dignity or respectability that Shatner may have had left. He makes a complete and utter giant ass of himself, especially when he attempts what we're supposed to believe is dancing.

But, you know what?

I absolutely love it! I cannot wait for the next episode.

Money is so fascinatingly awful that, in the manner of the most hideous and bloody multi-car pileups, you (or, at least, I) cannot look away, if only to see if it could possibly get any worse.

In the end, that is the measure of "good television", though not necessarily "quality entertainment". It is TV that you are almost hypnotically compelled to watch, even if for all the wrong reasons.