It was actually better than I had remembered it. There were two moments of particular note, which will no doubt have me tuning in again:
- A sort of poker-inspired challenge game (My Man Can), in which glamourously dressed women drastically overestimate the competencies of their spouses in such challenges as identifying languages, beating malevolent children at dodgeball or (my preferred candidate for a spin-off show) blowing a tissue against a wall for 7 seconds (he managed 6.3 seconds, if one is being extremely generous).
- A German comic leading a clearly bemused David Hasselhoff - yes, David Hasselhoff - in a game of transferring-the-bikini-clad-girl several feet with or without the aid of a wheelbarrow.
Sometimes it seems like foreign TV is less classy than TV back home. But at other times this seems like it may be an error.
