Did everyone watch Derren Brown ‘predict’ the lottery numbers last night? It was fantastic. I never care how he does things, just that he can. I don’t care if it’s fake; I only care that he’s able to fool us. That is a skill in itself. Pure entertainment, that man.
Of course, looking at the Guardian blog on the show is just depressing, with pages and pages of miserable fucking eejits telling us the obvious: that it wasn’t for real. IT’S DERREN BROWN. Saying what he does isn’t always real is like saying the sky’s blue and expecting shock and awe in return for your revelation. You have to be a boring, cynical cunt not to get a little bit of pleasure out of the man’s work.
How can it not fill you with a childlike glee? Don’t these people remember that wonderful feeling of watching something magical as a kid and having no clue how it was achieved? That’s how Derren Brown makes me feel: like an awestruck, gobsmacked kiddie. I know he’s all about misdirection and suggestion, but the fun is letting go of your cynical adult sensibilities and just being entertained by his skill and wit.
I loved it. I love him. I will watch the show on Friday and find out how he did it, but I will treasure that Christmas Eve-feeling of giddy excitement I got last night far more.
