Last season was a disaster. We all get it. Seriously.
The Sanjaya experiment was one of the most awful, most cringe worthy, least compelling stretches in modern television history.
Blake Lewis taught us that is was possible to beat box during Bon Jovi’s “You Give Love a Bad Name” when you were not intoxicated.
Jordin Sparks taught us…
drawing a blank here…
well…
nothing.
When Idol came back this season– all the promos, all the interviews, and all the tryouts kept plugging that this season was going to be that toughtest as it was Best Group of Talent Ever.
I for one do not like the taste of Kool Aid and remained skeptical. I told anyone who listened this was just your standard Grade A brainwash. The producers and their hosts were trying at all costs to cover up for last years debacle.
Females
Males
Now to the judges.
Randy the Dawg has clearly lost a step. His handlers have probably told him to stop using the word “dawg” because he was starting to call females that. IN effort to replace that word in his repetoire (which was every other word), he has filled it in with just utter nonsense.
Did I mention Paula is inexplicably insane? She used to just be moronic now she is a looney tune. I’d like to see what kind of pharmy cocktail she has in her red Coca Cola cup. She makes for terrific TV.
Cowell is still Cowell. Still the most honest and consistent one on the show. We have learned he never listened to sixties music, but hey, that’s okay as long as he has monologoues similar to the one he gave Jacuzzi all season. Who was hideous by the way.
Maybe it is not the best season ever—yet—but it sure is shaping out to be better than last season, which I guess is all that matters.
I will be doing my best to keep you filled in with my opinions on this show week to week…
Stay tuned.
