However, the glittering world of television does not work by physics or any other science, and Nick has now become something of a celebrity, his inherent nastiness transformed into something of a good quality. If you choose to look, you can see his fair visage on the cover of numerous glossy magazines and gossip rags. While he may have lost out on the seventy thousand pounds promised to the last man standing, I'm sure he's not losing any sleep over it, what with all the sponsorships and interviews that he has tucked surreptitiously under his pillow. Good work while you can get it. As all the story lines tended to stream from his brooding direction, without him the show has lost its sense of tension and dramatic balance.
Every story needs a bad guy, just as every tragedy needs some dead bodies littered about the stage.
Without this element of conflict, Big Brother falls somewhat short of the mark. In both these movies, it was the put-upon common man rebelling against corrupt television bosses. However, whether Nick was a true member of the public or a plant equipped with an equity card and a very muted conscience, without his Machiavellian presence Big Brother is, well, quite dull. Then again, I won't get paid seventy thousand for the pleasure. Seemingly aware of the hole in the bottom of their scandal pot, the Big Brother production team brought in a replacement for Nick, who barely blew anybody away when she revealed that her job in the real world was working in an, um, exclusive men's club and that she had once called on the powers of cosmetic surgery to enhance her figure.