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TIffany, frantic, tries to stick a beak in someone's face. The Warrior Pigs team is painting the back of the head in a kind of pinkish brown, but even if three of them attack it with powder brushes, their time is running out. "My only complaint," says Judge Val Garland, who maintains the cool-blooded levels in Streep-in-The-Devil-Wears-Prada until she's excited. She then shouts "DING DONG!" So loud that one who holds a micro boom loses level, "my only criticism is this: I would have liked to see more mud on the neck." Welcome to the world from Glow Up: the next star of British makeup (Wednesday, 22:35, BBC One), the show this answers the question: what if we made the eyeliner a competitive product?
Maybe it's too simplistic: MasterChef, after all, it's just "How can you break an egg while we scream?", While The Apprentice is simply "Who's the least bad at business in this piece? spiritual ancestors at the last effort. Now in the sixth episode, Glow Up has returned to the usual rhythm of reality competition: a fun challenge in the first part in a new location (prosthetics in a movie studio, grease painting on a theater stage, backstage at fashion week) before leaving Glow Up headquarters for a timed challenge supervised by two judges. Competitors compete to prove that they can deliver creatively without sweating or having a panic attack on the camera – varying degrees of success in either case – before the weaker competitor is sent home. Stacey Dooley welcomes.
I've always thought of Dooley as a sort of millennial version of Tess Daly, where no one you know seems to like him actively, but she still seems to have concerts on TV. Glow Up proves, however, that she is wrong: she is doing very well, combining on-the-spot explanations of "now, candidates" type, chatty check-ins with judges and a real fellowship with competitors. In fact, I see a problem: I'm watching reality TV because I want to hate everyone and a dark part of myself needs to look, seize, since a succession of them will fail until that there remains only one conqueror. Unfortunately, in this, everyone is a pure little angel and I deeply wish that they all succeed. It's a curious feeling.
One of the things that Glow Up excels at is that you, unprofessional viewers, feel like a hyper-savvy expert in an area you do not know within five minutes of the first scenes. This is one of the few formats I've ever seen that has transformed a specific craft industry on the Internet – simple camera makeup tutorials given by 19-year-olds with impeccable rooms and lip filler – and made it a real, entertaining, current television format. There is a refreshing representation of natural feelings – a neat spread of LGBTQ +, disabled people, and a French MySpace goth with a lip ring – and they all seem to be really friends, not rivals. But still: when the candidate Nikki explains her makeup style in the following way: "Slay, it's like when you kill. As. It's a complete look … – I desperately want to look at it in a pub full of fathers, to see how many people – faced with this new world that the youth has created – inquire immediately and, out of anger or politeness, simply . die.
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