By Liberty Girl · April 1st, 2009
Yes, I watch the fucking thing, sorry. Disclaimer: I only watch the ones where actual talent and/or creativity is required, ie. Idol, that Dance show (but never the one with celebritards), and Runway (I totally wanted to be a fashion designer when I was 14).
So, this was originally a comment over at Resurrection Song, but then it got realllllly long, so I decided to bring it over here instead so as not to be a total comment whore.
I admit I’ve begun watching this damned show on FFW. I Just. Can’t. Stand. to hear Rocket Scientist Seacrest query Molecular Biologist Jackson, Neurologist Abdul, Psychologist Whatsername, and Organic Chemist Cowell about, well…anything at all really. I don’t want to hear them talk. Evar. When they talk I can hear my brain cells…”help meeeeee!” they cry. And so I fast forward.
Will not listen to Anoop. He doesn’t deserve to be there, and I swear, I really don’t want to see his bug eyes anymore.
Hey Anoop, sorry about the “bug eyes” thing.*
Still love the Megan chick but that could just be latent lesbianism on my part…she’s awfuldamn cute. Whoever is doing her makeup is OWNING those eyes with the crazy liner colors. I wish she’d quit being, yes, self-indulgent, and get a grip on what they actually want from her. Sounding like Stevie Nicks with a pond full of frogs in her throat just ain’t it.
I started out liking Danny but he’s doing that thing (whether physically or metaphorically, matters not)…that dipped shoulder, toe digging in the dirt, peeking out from beneath eyelashes THING that’s just far more appropriate on a 14 year old debutante than a person with actual testicles. He’s convinced he’s just CUTE and we all should be as well. Dammit. And if you forget he’s cute, did he mention his WIFE DIED??? Heartless bastards.
Oh Allison, dear. Yes, it’s a crappy outfit, but honestly, the poor girl is genetically cursed. Maybe she just needs to borrow Megan’s stylist/makeup folks.
Tonight’s MEAN moment: Someone should tell Scott that the big boys – Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, etc. – wear the sunglasses for a reason, and it ain’t to look cool. His wide-eyed vacant look is a REAL problem for me, totally distracts from whatever he’s singing/playing. He also seems incapable of singing at a faster tempo…in anything at all. I find myself tapping my hand or foot, trying to get him to catch up with the music.
FFW-ed completely through Matt’s song after the first few bars. The lead singer of Fray does that song just fine, because his register is a tad higher than Matt’s, and he has a voice suited to the whingy stuff they specialize in. So, bad choice, bud.
The hell happened to this Lil Rounds chick? No, not the enormous shelf butt, but her singing? She was touted as one of the very best when this started, and now she has MAJOR pitch issues. Maybe it was just an arrangement issue, but damn.
Adam, oh Adam. You can tell the judges love him because they watch every second of his performance. Usually Paula’s hanging on Cowell, Kara is whispering in Randy’s ear, but not when this boy is on stage. You can just see the $$ pop up in their little eyes as they watch this boy prance around. He’s studio-ready, he’s CD-cover-ready, he’s tour-ready. They might have to spend some cash buying up embarrassing pictures, but other than that, let’s go!
Kris did a good enough job, managed to make the “ahno ahno ahno” bit of that song – which typically makes me reach for my carry piece – into something more tolerable. He ain’t old enough to have the requisite amount of soul to really nail that one, though.
Amazing the bonus inane crap you get when someone dumps a pseudonym, eh?
*Bonus points if you can name that movie.