Idol is dead. Long live Idol!
Astute readers will have noted a few unsavoury preoccupations around these parts of late.
The first was the NHL playoffs, about which my interest has plummeted since the tragic defeat of my beloved Sens. Let us speak of it no more.
The second, sadly, embarrassingly and undeniably, was American Idol.
And now it's over. And I shall never again allow myself to get so wrapped up in such deliciously entertaining dreck.
Last night's two-hour long finale was a complete clusterfuck of cheese, ripe with unexpected cameos, wide-eyed karaoke, ridiculous grandstanding and utter sensory overload.
The good:
* My boy Elliott Yamin losing his shit over singing with Mary J. Blige, beaming down at his adorable mama, singing beautifully, looking less troll-ish than ever and essentially reminding America that he should have won the damned thing.
* The reappearance of Ace Young. Not because he can sing, which he can't, but because every time he locks his big dumb "love meee!" eyes on the camera, my roommate and I collapse into uncontrollable laughter. Seriously. He's the most ridiculous person on earth.
* The group-sing medleys, especially the Burt Bacharach one. I, for one, admit to being pretty damned entertained.
* Much as I hate to admit it, and much as I generally dislike him, it is a fundamentally Good Thing that Taylor beat Katherine.
The bad:
* Scary Toni Braxton trying to be sexy in her atonal duet with Creepy Taylor Hicks.
* The entire awards-show-within-a-reality-show, which served no purpose but to rub salt in the wounds of the poor delusional rejected sods who lost out in auditions.
* Commercials. Every. Five. Minutes.
The ugly:
* Oh, Meat Loaf. What happened? His squicky-ass duet with Katherine was punishment enough, but the man just does not look/sound well. Does he have some disease I don't know about? Am I a jerk for thinking this?
* Riffing on the theme of misguided McPhee duets, her "Time of my Life" pairing with Taylor was the most awkward, chemistry-free thing I've seen in some time. Both were singing out of their ranges, and the awkward "dancing" was painful to watch.
* The whole "Puck and Pickler" hootenanny was just embarrassing for all involved.
The awesome-but-kind-of-WTF?:
* Prince? PRINCE!? Seriously!? Okay, that's AWESOME, and he looks smashing, and he totally rocked...but...um...why was he there? Every other cameo was ostensibly included for some purpose, however tenuous--to sing with a reject, to back up a medley--but the Purple One seemed pretty extraneous to the program. It's almost as if the producers found out they could get him, but didn't quite know what to do with him, but weren't about to turn away freakin' Prince, so they just said "what the hell, go ahead and do whatever you want for ten minutes." Then again, maybe he just dropped in remind everyone of how much more talented he is than everyone else.
Okay. That's it. Phew. I have my life back.
Any suggestions for what I can do with my Tuesday nights now?
The first was the NHL playoffs, about which my interest has plummeted since the tragic defeat of my beloved Sens. Let us speak of it no more.
The second, sadly, embarrassingly and undeniably, was American Idol.
And now it's over. And I shall never again allow myself to get so wrapped up in such deliciously entertaining dreck.
Last night's two-hour long finale was a complete clusterfuck of cheese, ripe with unexpected cameos, wide-eyed karaoke, ridiculous grandstanding and utter sensory overload.
The good:
* My boy Elliott Yamin losing his shit over singing with Mary J. Blige, beaming down at his adorable mama, singing beautifully, looking less troll-ish than ever and essentially reminding America that he should have won the damned thing.
* The reappearance of Ace Young. Not because he can sing, which he can't, but because every time he locks his big dumb "love meee!" eyes on the camera, my roommate and I collapse into uncontrollable laughter. Seriously. He's the most ridiculous person on earth.
* The group-sing medleys, especially the Burt Bacharach one. I, for one, admit to being pretty damned entertained.
* Much as I hate to admit it, and much as I generally dislike him, it is a fundamentally Good Thing that Taylor beat Katherine.
The bad:
* Scary Toni Braxton trying to be sexy in her atonal duet with Creepy Taylor Hicks.
* The entire awards-show-within-a-reality-show, which served no purpose but to rub salt in the wounds of the poor delusional rejected sods who lost out in auditions.
* Commercials. Every. Five. Minutes.
The ugly:
* Oh, Meat Loaf. What happened? His squicky-ass duet with Katherine was punishment enough, but the man just does not look/sound well. Does he have some disease I don't know about? Am I a jerk for thinking this?
* Riffing on the theme of misguided McPhee duets, her "Time of my Life" pairing with Taylor was the most awkward, chemistry-free thing I've seen in some time. Both were singing out of their ranges, and the awkward "dancing" was painful to watch.
* The whole "Puck and Pickler" hootenanny was just embarrassing for all involved.
The awesome-but-kind-of-WTF?:
* Prince? PRINCE!? Seriously!? Okay, that's AWESOME, and he looks smashing, and he totally rocked...but...um...why was he there? Every other cameo was ostensibly included for some purpose, however tenuous--to sing with a reject, to back up a medley--but the Purple One seemed pretty extraneous to the program. It's almost as if the producers found out they could get him, but didn't quite know what to do with him, but weren't about to turn away freakin' Prince, so they just said "what the hell, go ahead and do whatever you want for ten minutes." Then again, maybe he just dropped in remind everyone of how much more talented he is than everyone else.
Okay. That's it. Phew. I have my life back.
Any suggestions for what I can do with my Tuesday nights now?
posted by D. at
11:05 AM
2 Comments:
Ok...three things...
ONE: You do realize Sara and I were at the Toni concert not even two months ago, right?...I'm sorry..she's still sexy and still kickin' it! Yes, it was sketchy Orillia, where toothless gambling addicts sign over their unemployment cheques...but she was awesome...
TWO: She's not the only diva I plan to see this summer...if you haven't heard, my gal MARIAH is gunna be in town in August (you KNOW you want to go..stop fighting it)
THREE: I've never been a huge Prince fan, but my bf is (strangely enough). I took the cheap route and downloaded him the new Prince album for his bday...its been on my itunes ever since, and I HIGHLY suggest finding yourself a copy of 3121...cause, everyone needs to "work up a Black Sweat" ;)
By
Linny, at 10:37 PM
Tuesday, eh?
Come to Sudbury.
That's all I got.
By
N, at 9:24 AM
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