The publicity machine. (Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends)

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Product:	Louis Theroux's Weird Weekends
Date:	12/12/01 (61 review reads)
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Advantages: Gets them of guard, Turns the knife, Makes them look bad

Disadvantages: Hes cool

Its fitting that a high pressure passing over the UK caused a lot of weird interference on BBC2 as the equally mysterious world of Louis Theroux finally met the Hamiltons.
The son of the famous travel writer walked out of Cambridge with the world at his feet. But the youthful freshfaced one choose his studious goodlucks and journalism to exploit those who weren’t expecting it, and those who need it, none more so than this two money sucking leaches of a couple.

In his first shows, “Weird weekends”, Louis exercises his skill on tackling media shy organizations and controversial communities to expose themselves more.
His charm and boyish line of questioning, and his lovable endearing gullible manner perceives him as a humble six form media student where as he’s really cleverly ridiculing his often ignorant subjects into telling confessional’s. Once his targets are slightly of the guard, he will expose all their real idiosyncrasies and faults to the viewing nation making them and their friends look even more stupid and bigoted.

The first shows included Deep South Baptist religious disciples to far right survivalist groups up in the Appalachian Mountains. We also has swingers in California to psychic channeling weirdo’s in the Mid West.
So why not transfer this guile to expose media frantic stars that miss the limelight or crave for it. Who better than The Hamiltons for a fame-craving oddball couple.

His previous gullible famous faces who expose their lives to his cunning mind, and expert editing include Jimmy Saville and The Paul Daniels family. Both were very watchable programs as we saw the other side of their lives away from the big cigars and Magic tricks.
Jimmy was particularly revealing and showed a darker side to the self styled Mr Charity on an off moment.
When Jim was relaxed and the camera was rolling, the aging eccentric pop picker revealed to the cameraman that he and h
is bouncers would kick the crap out of anyone that messed with Jimmy Saville in his nightclub toilets.

More disturbing habits including sleeping in a dingy caravan he takes everywhere, even if he’s been booked into a hotel. Im sure there are Jonathan King connotations here folks.I tempt in a factory way back when and one of the guys there was in a band at the height of his Jim il Fix it Fame.

H e played the organ or something and had done a couple of gigs with Mr Saville in the seventies. Even then this guy told me that Jimmy used to own a big motorhome. Mums used to let their children get lovely Jim’s autograph and let them pop into the caravan for a chat and photo.
Some of the older girls would be in there longer than they should with the parents none the wiser outside.
The motorhome would be gently rocking away on the rusted axle with those mums purring innocently”ow he’s wonderful with the kids is Jimmy!.

Anyhow Louis teased and cajoled Jimmy’s darker side and also gently took the rise out of him for the viewer’s pleasure. Paul Daniel’s was equally exposed as a likeable confident guy in a show biz arranged but cordial marriage.
As Mrs Merton famously said to Debbie Mcghee,”What first attracted you to the millionaire Paul Daniels”.

The poor failing magician had to take the tired act on the road to support her penchant for gold lame hand bags and very expensive ballet productions. Paul had to sign the cheques and make the scenery as he stared financial disaster in the face.
Apparently only one in eleven new stage productions turn a profit. What do you think of that then, Louis asked a strained, but resigned husband, Not a lot mused Paul.

Last night episode was save for the Christmas schedules and no doubt the Hamiltons great publicity machine momentum. At the time of the recording the slimy Tory couple were trying to promote a TV show called Posh Nosh
.But events turned and the salubrious couple were soon promoting something very different.
A suspiciously coincidental rape and sexual abuse charge popped up just s the show was getting boring and both parties were considering dropping the documentary, (well BBC 2 were).

But events unfolded to make an extremely watchable eighty minutes of delicious TV about a very sleazy couple indeed. Max Clifford was of course involved as the press pack gave chase and was tipped of exactly where the couple would be.
It was beneficial for both parties to have some chunky storyline to the plot however embarrassing they may be.
I certainly wouldn’t put it past both sides, especially The Hamiltons people of setting up the charge to gain maximum exposure to earn cash to pay for their lifestyle and post Fayed legal bills.

The cringing moment was when their “conveniently “showbiz lawyer read out the full allegations of the young woman who made the accusations. Neil was accused of rape and penetration and masturbating over the woman, whilst the misses was accused of squatting on her face!.All this in front of the worlds media and a silly dicky bow.
It quickly became apparent that this couple was not your average everyday folk, but you’re a-typical failed Conservative Party ones.

Louis camera and editing crewcut the film together to exaggerate the couples sexual deviance bye pointing out dodgy wallpaper and murals. Plus some right wing videotape and Lady Chanterelle’s lover gilded ware.
I suppose what really happened, because of the nature of the delay odd the police charge that they were doing a bit of swinging and the other parties recognized the publicity seekers in the Sun.
They thought they could make a few quid by beefing up the naughty tale to the man who writes most of the stuff in the rag by the name of Max Clifford.

The couple was best equipped to cope with it as they are addicted to any ki
nd of publicity and intrigue. Louis was clever at this point to keep the camera rolling as the Hamiltons could have made for more money somewhere else.
But by then he was weaving his magic and they were getting to like him over their time together. Near the end of the tale she was ready to seduce him (yuck).
There was genuine warmth there and you get the feeling that they longed for a son or someone they could make friends with that wouldn’t make a fool of them. You picked the wrong guy there guys!.

They are a metaphor for Viagaru with her the Niagara when she heres the whir of the cameras and the flash of magnesium. Everyone but you and me had their phone number and she was out of her seat like a greyhound when she recognized the “press ring”. The Guardian seemed to have had a hot line for the latest gossip.

Of course the vulgar couple exploited the situation as best they could and were quickly photographed in the Mail on Sunday draped over a bed insinuating that the allegations were true that they were vehemently denying it. That’s the sort of sad people baying for exposure they seem to be.
Even on the shows playing this week they were snapped naked with the wobbly bits covered for one of those famous posed painting things you do at Blackpool. Not a pretty site, but they are the only ones that don’t realize it. And looked too much like the fleshy weirdoes types that would frequent those desperately awful swingers’ mags and parties.

Nile is the pathetic tired right wing (he speaks German) hen pecked husband to her battleaxe-fussing dram Queen wife. Louis exposed this brilliant as the couple served themselves up like a Turkey voting for Christmas.
Ism sure there are plenty more first class perverts to be exposed by Theroux and if you listen careful you can hear the skeletons rattling away like a machine gun in Khandahar at fortress Hamilton.

For me they were summed up on the even
ing of the drastic delegations with the house surrounded by press. They moaned and complained about the photographers and hacks outside putting their London flat under siege. But couldn’t resists nipping out for a pizza, together!,to walk back through the mele.A very sad media tart couple indeed exposed brilliantly buy our man Louis Theroux.

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