American Idol
I love American Idol and I'm not ashamed to say it.
(Okay, maybe a little.)
But it's nice to have this back as part of our weekly schedule since there's very little television we watch these days. But something has changed: Simon wasn't nearly as acerbic as he could have been, Randy actually had useful comments, and Paula had very little to say at all.
These audition rounds are usually very painful to watch, but last night's was painfully dull. Even the awful people weren't awful in an entertaining way, like we expect from these vocal train wrecks. And whoever edited the show let some of the train wrecks go on for far too long, by which time any entertainment value became pathos and pity. Although I did enjoy the irony of the kid singing a cheesy Michael W. Smith song, and then letting loose a string of bleeped obscenities when he didn't make it.
Of those who moved ahead to the Hollywood round, the best of the lot was probably Our Fair City's own Sarah Krueger.
Brief article in the local paper here.
More AI tonight, and more painful cringing from us viewers. But it's back, and that makes me happy. I am so shallow.
1 Comments:
I thought Sarah Krueger was the best of the Minneapolis lot as well.
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