Watching the interview with Rebecca Loos last night, on Sky, I realized it disclosed her true motives. It was her Big Brother moment. OK, she might have made a 6 figure sum, said to be around �125’000. Yes it was compelling TV, as the 26-year-old pitched her story in an attempt to substantiate her claim of bedding the millionaire soccer star.
But what did we really discover about what this woman? Well, quite a polished, confident media performer, at ease with the camera overshadowing the lacklustre Sky One presenter Kay Burley. I suspect that Kay will wish she hadn’t taken the opportunity to interview this very able chic. With an on-screen manner more reminiscent of a city businesswoman brokering a deal than a shamed penitent, she flashed her freshly whitened gnashers at all the key moments. I would imagine a thousand TV execs purring at the thought that they have a new celebrity commodity in TV development hell. As a new prospect, she’ll join the club of pantomime baddies that litter our screens, but trust me, this girl is in a league of her own. Move over Christine Hamilton -there’s a class act on the block.
Loos’s performance may ensure that her media career glows brighter as Beckham’s takes a dip. But boiled and distilled-down Loos is a flesh-eating virus, and not one that has originated in outer space. My autopsy of last night concludes that the disease which fed on the fame of the Beckham’s might kill off their golden partnership. But once it has destroyed this, its original host, the Loos variant will eat through the flesh to escape the body of the scandal and mutate into a powerful personality in her own right.
God help her, because there’ll always be a new variant that will ultimately eat through her celebrity skin, and I’m sure the tabloids will pay good money for the exclusive photographs.