Vic and Bob fail to shine.

Byline: IAN ROBSON

IWATCHED the relaunch of Shooting Stars with a teenager who had not seen the series before.

And the verdict? Sorry, Vic and Bob, your efforts failed to raise any interest in the younger generation of comedy fans.

The word "pointless" was mentioned.

And, truth be told, it was. Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer tried to revive a concept that was, frankly, best left alone.

Shooting Stars has its place in telly history, but the pair had no business resurrecting a dead horse after 12 years.

Vic got away - just - with letching over his female guests back in the day. But, older and arguably looking a little seedy round the edges, it's not funny any more.

Flashing his bare backside to The One Show's Christine Bleakley was not his finest hour. You could argue Mr Reeves is not all he's cracked up to be. If he did what he did in the park instead of a TV studio he'd have some explaining to do.

However, Shooting Stars does perform at least one function: where else is Ulrika-kaka Jonsson to find work these days? Bob showed a certain level of interest in her new boobs. Ulrika herself sent mixed messages in her body language - at times smiling and at times un-nerved.

It was as if she couldn't decide whether she wanted to be there or not.

We were also treated to a picture of Simon Cowell as Hitler and were told that an average person can fill a 22ft swimming pool with saliva in his lifetime.

Why? We can, of course, ask the same thing of Shooting Stars itself.

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