I think it’s just great that the simple folk are discovering that they too can enjoy the highbrow entertainment of this uncelebrated talent exposition.
Actually, it’s usually more like “You watch American Idol? Seriously?”
Yeah, sure, it’s not the same without Simon, and there are plenty of episodes where almost everybody does bad (this week was pretty close!), and whereas Steven Tyler has brought some fun, he’s a bit pandering (and enough with his pottymouth and ogle-eyes!)
But J-Lo is lovely — Paula without the potential train-wreck factor — and Randy is a solid anchorman who has easily taken on the role of the heavy, albeit without the clever sting of Sir Cowell.
So a quick wrap-up for last week: Choosing a song from the year you were born.
Yep, the oldest person was born after I graduated high school. And the youngest is barely able to drive. Yikes.
Idol has always been kind of vague about how the choices of songs are presented to the contestants. Come on, tell us — can they actually choose any song they want that meets the criteria, as long as you’re able to secure the rights? If so, it is amazing to me how — season after season — contestants make horrible song choices.
It was the last coffin nail for Ashthon the previous week, and there were some dicey choices this week. But I don’t think that’s what did in the comely Karen this time out.
If the voting had been solely based upon the performances of that night, the unconventional Casey would have been OUT! Cool song, terrible screeching. Karen had a lovely rendition of “Love Will Lead You Back” but I think she was fighting an unturnable tide.
It seems that the big demographics for AI voters is tweenage girls and grandmas. Hence, verycute boys with verylittle talent tend to overstay their welcomes. And the girls who make it through not only have to be outstanding (Pia!) but they have to be relatable (Thia!)
Though fans like my husband may have thought Karen’s neo-Barbarella outfit was muy caliente, tweens and g-mas… not so much. And I don’t know — but the whole bilingual, affable nature kind of gave her a Celine Dion vibe that unfortunately can be (inexplicably imo) off-putting.
Well, AI may no longer have a potential Latin Idol this time around, but Karen Rodriguez can have a long-time career in Latin music if she plays her cards right. All the best to her — she is beauteous.
The Latina Barberella?
As for this week: Where was Berry Gordy? Maybe after being invited to see the meh performance of Ashthon 2 weeks ago, he was afraid to come back. Well he missed out on some Smokey-hot performances.
Even country-boy Scotty showed he had a little bit of soul, as he delicately walked the line between engaging entertainer and lounge lizard with a rendition of “For Once in My Life” that was reminiscent of ’70s-variety-show-era Glen Campbell.
Jacob and Pia — who have to be odds-on favorites — chose lesser- known hits which can be risky… unless of course you are able to knock ‘em out of the park! Jacob however, has the edge in showmanship, effortlessly adding a little sass to his performance. Pia has The Voice, but she needs to connect more if she wants to win it all.
I have to say the voting results surprised me — but not just for the obvious reason. I feared that the bottom three was going to be an all-(non-Asian) girl chorus again. Instead it indeed included two of the weakest performances.
Stefano (or as I call him, Matt LeBlanc and Matthew Broderick’s secret love-child) chose a cheesy song that David Cook memorably reinvented, but Stefano looked like he was holding back the mother of all sneezes as he tried to keep his eyes open. I thought the tweens would melt at his final doe-eyed glower and tear up the phone lines, but not so.
Thia is cute as all heck, but she just hasn’t had strong showings, so her inclusion also made sense. But of course, the stunner — for even being in the bottom three, let alone the lowest tally — was Casey with his comeback rendition of “I Heard it Through the Grapevine.” No screeching this week, just soulful strains.
Chalk it up to performing first and the voters thinking he’s a shoo-in? Who knows, but the judges were spot-on — though they scared the “shhh-tuff” out of Casey by stopping him from singing for a save — when they immediately decided to bring him back next week.
As he staggered about, visibly stunned, Casey had me and my husband convinced that we were about to see AI’s first instance of on-stage regurgitation. Yeah, sure, nothing new for the likes of The Jersey Shore — but thankfully, it was simply sincere shock from a young man who felt he had been pulled back from oblivion.
By saving Casey this week, the AI judges expanded the tour to eleven performers.