Howie Do It, the Howie Mandel hidden camera prank show that will one day be added to the list of NBC's crimes against the people in the blood of the freshly-guillotined NBC peacock, is an awful, awful show. In fact, it is so awful that mere words cannot capture the many retched notes, the full putrid bouquet, the ghastly array of stink lines that glommed together to form its particular awful vintage. In short: it's so bad, you have to see it.
For example, I could tell you that the camera swoops through the Howie Do It Thunderdome are the closest thing imaginable to a live colonoscopy of the bowels of entertainment: with festering pockets of old Montell Jordan or Stomp! around every corner. But the only way for you to truly understand that terrible journey is to witness it yourselves, hopefully while wearing a surgical mask.
It takes a special show to make someone feel as though Montell Jordan's music is being unjustly ruined.