I spent some time considering what I'd say about this one.
I wanted to mention that clearly we're at the point where NBC officially stands for No Bucking Cash, because the "game" is literally designed to not give away prizes: most of what's trotted out over the course of a show will be returned at the end, and there's a reasonable chance to end the hour on an item/check cost of zero. The cheapest network found a "game" where the money could keep going around and around while never exiting the building: what a shocker. At least Deal Or No Deal was guaranteed to hand out a penny...
Got to bring up the host and his now-refined endless stall tactics, right? Is there a commercial coming? Must be, because he's talking. And won't stop.
Nothing happened, that's kind of important. An hour passed (mostly in commercials) and nothing happened. Some people talked. Prizes were not given away. Contestants left. Buttons may have been hit. No one really cared.
Moral compass. That was almost funny.
I could talk about how this was basically the single worst "game" show I've ever seen, TPIR reimagined as a slow-drop faucet where the water is meant to wear away your sanity.
But mostly, it was like this:
You're in an auditorium. The exit doors are locked. There are a hundred snorting rhinos on the stage. Cameras are filming and broadcasting the animals, live. An announcer's voice crackles on the speakers and informs the audience that for the past week, the rhinos have been given medicine which ensured that every last one of them would be constipated for the duration. And half an hour before they were brought out on stage, they were all given the most powerful laxative in the world.
The rhinos, on cue, begin to crap all over the stage. And continue to defecate. For a full hour. The cameras relentlessly film every detail. The announcer talks about the size, texture, and quality of each bowel movement. There may or may not be samples passed out.
Some degree of horror might be expected in the reaction department. Futile attempts to escape would appear from a few. Others might be disgustedly mesmerized by the spectacle. There might even be some who just held their nose and wondered who on the planet thought it would be a good idea to broadcast an actual live megacrap for sixty minutes.
And at the end of the hour, they release you to the clean air outside -- after asking you to return the following night.
Because tomorrow, they're bringing in a hundred elephants.