Rylan Clark-Neal has been carving out quite a niche for himself lately as the king of the revivals.
In fact, it would be fair to say that over the last year he’s brought back more things than a baby with reflux.
Last night he added to his most recent efforts – Supermarket Sweep and Ready Steady Cook – by returning the once-popular fashion makeover format to BBC1.
I wouldn't say Rylan has bitten off more than he chew this time, but I fear he may have his work cut out on this one.
It’s the network’s first fashion makeover show since Trinny and Susannah’s epic format What Not To Wear disappeared in 2007.
This is basically the same sort of idea, only with a slight tweak in the title and a massive change in the tone.
Instead of Trinny and Susannah mercilessly ripping someone’s fashion sense to shreds before rescuing them, there’s a modern, touchy-feely, positivity-infused vibe.
Sadly, this tends to leave no room for criticism – constructive or otherwise.
That’s fine if you enjoy endless positivity. It seldom makes for entertaining television though.
It’s almost as if buying clothes and finding your look isn’t all about experimenting and celebrating your mistakes after all.
In this brave new world it seems we will no longer be allowed to experience the joy of looking back at old photos and shrieking “My God! What was I/were you wearing?”
The real problem for Rylan and his team of stylists – Lucie Clifford, Kat Farmer, Nana Acheampong, Joey Bevan and Darren Kennedy – is that this woke new policy severely undermines the fundamental selling point of a makeover programme. Namely, the wow factor of the final reveal.
In other words, if your starting point is not absolute disaster then your end point is always in danger of eliciting at best a shrug, at worst a yawn from your audience.
Take one of last night’s subjects, Chris, a 6ft 5in guy whose longstanding preference was for an all-black wardrobe.
When he walked into Rylan’s pretend department store and proclaimed, "I'm so bored of the black” it didn’t take a genius to work out what the stylists were going to do. Put him in clothes that were not black.
Ditto PE teacher Rachael, who bemoaned the fact that she always seemed to be in tracksuits and trainers.
Once again the stylists worked their magic, and Rachael went from someone who looked great in a tracksuit to, erm, someone who looked great in a dress.
Weirdly, the more obvious the solution the more excited the stylists appeared to be about it.
You should have the seen them verbally high-fiving when Lucie gave 5ft 3in Manny a pair of shoes with a built-up sole to give the illusion of height.
Honestly, it was if Simon Cowell had never strode the earth.
