I have never seen a "no star" rating for anything, be it book, movie or television show. BUT, tonight's "Victoria Beckham; Coming to America" got one!
She frets that there are paparazzi at the airport to meet her - as though it weren't all set up. "Maybe they thought Madonna was on the plane," she says displaying modesty that is about as real as her hair color. Dear God.To read the rest of the story, click here.
She then introduces us to her "best friends" who, like poor Paula Abdul's, are on her payroll - the hairdresser and the makeup artist who travel with her.
She then goes to a set-up luncheon with "The Beverly Hills Socialites" club at this nightmarishly overdone rococo mansion filled with much older women - all blondes - who have so much unfortunate plastic surgery they look truly frightening. Sad. Really sad - but then again who is Beckham to come here and make fun of these women by pretending not to?
Beckham, who is bizarrely constantly posing even in her own home, offers insights about how major a certain purse is or how her new phone has changed her life.
Her entourage laughs at everything she says as though they were hanging with Dave Chappelle, and clings to her every thought as though she were Stephen Hawking.