The Intern, Channel 4, review Channel 4"s new reality TV contest for young job-seekers, The Intern, began last night, with the camera panning in on entrepreneur Hilary Devey's two-tone Rolls-Royce whizzing down The Mall. When the former Dragons Den judge emerged from her Rolls wearing heavy-duty shoulder pads with tightly rolled black curls tumbling violently around them, it looked like she was preparing to stamp all over Lord Sugar's turf. The Intern hinges on Devey's (pronounced De Vey) ethos that "by putting people under pressure you find out what they're made of." Sound familiar? Even the theme tune had a dramatic all-strings-in-unison quality not unlike the Prokofiev piece that welcomes audiences of BBC One's The Apprentice into the cockpit. We were set up for blood sport, but that's not what we got. The Intern is The Apprentice for a generation facing the grim prospect that more than a million 18-24 year-olds are unemployed. This means goodbye blue-sky thinkers and 10-trick ponies, hello naive, well-balanced and intelligent individuals competing for one decent job. The problem is that they are competing without knowing that Devey has hired hidden actors and cameras to see how each of them responds when faced with some hellish scenarios. This week, for instance, when trying to get a job in a hotel, young mother Georgia, aged 22, delivered champagne to a man and his lover in a honeymoon suite, only to return downstairs and meet his "wife." Georgia coped admirably, and everyone lived happily ever after. But the big disappointment was Devey. She proved oddly maternal and offered no genuinely helpful advice ("we need to see you smile"). There's an irony here: Sugar's iron fist gives The Apprentice its punch - and longevity - while Devey's kindly manner may be the death of her own show.