Category Archives: TV Reviews
Tonight marked the last night of auditions before Hollywood Week. San Francisco was the city, and the promos promised some of the best voices and best stories of the entire season. After last week’s less than stellar showing in Los Angeles, could California redeem itself with the talent in San Francisco?
That would have to wait to be seen – we had an opening to watch, and what an opening it was. As much as I have loved Steven this year, tonight’s opening might have been the best of them all. The camera followed a heartbroken young woman out in the parking lot; distraught about telling her mother she didn’t make it past the audition. When asked if she had any message for the judges she said something so profound, so insightful, I was stunned into speechlessness. “Just because someone farts, let them finish singing, okay?” Yeah – not making the show is what she should be concerned about telling her mom…
After careful consideration, I can think of no better description for the Black Eyed Peas’ Superbowl Halftime Show than this: an overly wrought production lacking in musical skill, emotional intelligence, and entertainment value; filled with self-indulgent posing, embarrassing lighted costumes, and laughable auto-tune usage; insulting both music fans and the very “youth” it was designed to bring to the table. Even Slash and his mirrored top-hat couldn’t save them.
If you want to see an artist who respects his audience and delivers entertainment in its truest form, look no farther than Prince’s 2007 Superbowl performance – the best halftime show in Superbowl history. Even in the pouring (purple) rain, he had the crowd completely engaged and eating out of his hand; his passion evident in every note poured out of his guitar. The Black Eyed Peas were, at best, middle school garage band by comparison – and even that could be construed as insulting to middle school garage bands the world over. (I would even sit through Tom Petty again if it meant I didn’t have to hear the Black Eyed Peas.) 2012 Superbowl – I hope you treat us better.
P.S. – A note for Miss Aguilera. It’s much easier to remember the words to a song when you are actually singing the melody from that song – not participating in a vocal gymnastics display.
The show started with a recap of great talent from weeks past – Brett Lowenstern, Lauren Alaina, and Casey Abrams all got another few seconds in the sun (you have to think that bodes well for them in Hollywood). We got one more shot of Steven’s now infamous “let’s see what hatches” duck assault, and then Ryan did his best Phil Keoghan impression, starting the show from high atop a skyscraper in downtown LA.
The judges all made grand entrances this week – Randy doing his best Michael Johnson, Jennifer in her high fashion bike shorts, and Steven puffing a huge stogie. When a producer questions the propriety of showing a cigar on camera, Steven does a retake – and comes out puffing it even harder. “You didn’t really think I was going to come out without one, did you?” Brilliant.
Last night’s American Idol marked their third trip to the city of Austin. I’m not sure if it was the head cold I have, the NyQuil I took, or just an incredibly discerning sense of talent – but I found myself underwhelmed. I wondered why the show was only an hour long, but after seeing it, I understood. If what we had last night was the cream of the crop from Austin, I can’t imagine what they would have had to use to fill out hour number two.
Still, the night was not without it’s entertaining moments. After a let down last week, Steven was back in fine form to open the show this week. When Jake Muck stepped onto the audition stage, Steven asked, “You know what rhymes with Muck, don’t you?” “Duck”, Jake answered. “Read my lips” fired back Steven…and we were in to the title sequence. I hope Steven has a deep bag of tricks – he’s the key to Idol’s success this year. Mark my words. Now, back to the show.
It’s night number four, and the American Idol crew found itself in Nashville. Hard to believe it’s just the second visit to Music City during Idol’s history. As I mentioned yesterday, I had high hopes for the talent in Nashville – and I wasn’t disappointed. The judges set up shop in the Ryman, and got down to business.
I have to say that I was disappointed to find that Steven Tyler did not lead off the show with yet another eloquent turn of a phrase. Instead, he led off the show with the one word that could sum up most of the evening – Wow. There were some good “wows”, some bad “wows”, and some what-the-hell-was-that wows as the night progressed. I’ve got them all, as well as my engaging and thought provoking commentary below. Onward we go!
American Idol rolls in to Milwaukee tonight – evidently the land of cheese and beer. We have two hours of highs and lows to get through. Our first high is a nice little duet on “Sweet Emotion” between Steven and Randy. Our first low – a Danny Gokey appearance. I’ll just leave it at that.
In what I hope the Idol producers have figured out is their new signature for the auditions – they open the show with this week’s pearl of wisdom from Steven: “Slap that baby on the ass and call me Christmas”. Ho, Ho, Ho, let’s get the show on the road.
As we gear up for tonight’s Idol trip to Milwaukee, I have to revisit one of my favorite moments from last week’s premiere. If you didn’t catch the show, or read my review (shame on you for not reading my review – click here, get caught up, and then hurry back), you missed one of the most epic fails ever broadcast on the show. It was a clip of only a few seconds – but it was impossible to miss. That’s right, I’m talking about Backflip Guy. Only now – I know his name and I know his story. Read on Idol fans…
It’s night number two of American Idol season 10 and one thing is abundantly clear – Steven Tyler rocks. He’s officially the reason that I will be tuning in for the rest of the season. I’m sure there will be some great performances, but I’ll be watching for Steven. He’s funny, he’s sincere, and I love the fact that he sings along with the contestants. He’s a man who obviously loves music. The show tonight was only an hour long, but was still packed with memorable moments. My observations are below:
Tonight’s the night (please don’t start singing the Black-Eyed Peas – I hate that song…). The wait is over. The new season of American Idol is here, along with my insightful, thought provoking, and oh so sarcastic commentary on the journey. It was with great anticipation that I picked up Mazzio’s pizza for the family, fired up the TiVo, and dove headlong in to season 10.
Right off the bat we were treated to a snazzy new opening. Bigger graphics, past winners, and also the inclusion of those Idols that went on to be huge stars without the crown (I counted three non winners in the open title sequence. Quick – who can name them all?)* I was fully prepared to be underwhelmed by the show tonight. Guess what? I was wrong.
I am a fan of reality TV. My wife and I will watch cooking shows, singing shows, survival shows, travel shows, shooting shows, people-locked-together-in-a-house shows – as long as it’s not a dancing show, we will give it a shot. For the most part it’s mindless entertainment – but every now and then, something will surprise me. Something will sneak up on me when I least expect it and make me FEEL. I had one of those moments when watching a young man named Connor Doran on last night’s “America’s Got Talent”*. His talent? Flying a kite. Trust me – it was far more extraordinary than it sounds.