Bet On Your Baby was right up my alley. in my mind.
The title implied that Gambling would be a central theme of the show. Check.
I assumed the clientele would be Struggling-Wannabe-Hollywood-Actors-with-Kids,
and I imagined how much Satisfaction I would get from watching these horrible people pimp out their children to the Television
for what: a cash prize, a new car, a union card...
my hopes were high until the show actually started. mere seconds in and I knew we were doomed.
they kept alluding to a "College Fund" the cash prize was seemingly connected too. There would be no news reports 5 years from now about parents squandering the prize money the children had earned. Damn.
the host is an obnoxious woman and the first Mother was equally wretched. the baby was adorable but her husband was an immasculated shell of man who quickly hopped into a pink ballerina's tutu, just to get off stage and away from the two horrible women.
the editing was so poor in the Very First Game (a countdown clock, a poorly generated "dramatic" finish) that my old lady and I both vomited and vowed to never watch television again without waiting thirty minutes after dinner.
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