While I won’t call myself a “fan”, I will admit that I get pulled in to watching the show every year and once they get through the initial idiocy of the first few episodes and cull the total losers, I am pretty well hooked for the duration.
I honestly don’t know why I watch.
First of all, the best contestant rarely wins … ever. There was no better example of this than the result of last year’s competition when super talented Crystal Bowersox was edged out in the final by bland Lee Dewyze. I mean come on … it shouldn’t have even been close. Since I didn’t watch Season #1, I can’t comment on the legitimacy of Kelly Clarkson’s victory. But, from that point on, in my humble opinion, only Carrie Underwood has deserved the title and the big record contract that goes with it.
I enjoyed having Ellen Degeneres as a judge last year and was so happy not to have to suffer through another year of Paula Abdul. Steven Tyler and Jennifer Lopez might add an interesting new twist, but I don’t know if I can take much more of Randy Jackson’s complaints about someone being “pitchy” … it just isn’t working for me, dog.
Quite frankly, the first few episodes are always excruciating to endure.
I know that some people think that the best part of the show is the parade of no-talent “sad sack”s who somehow mysteriously make it past the mass auditions and actually end up in the room with the judges only to suddenly be exposed as either stupid or insane or both.
Is this an accident? Did they actually sound like Ray Charles out in the stadium only to become William Hung once they got inside?? I dunno. Call me cynical I suppose.
And for the love of mike … why make individuals with talent suffer through the “group” experience and then penalize them because they don’t come across well with the three bozos they were shackled to for the day? This makes absolutely no sense to me.
I could go on complaining, but why … it’s my choice to watch.
Well … not really … if I had my druthers, I’d have chosen for American Idol to have folded up its tents with the departure of Simon Cowl and the pretty obvious evidence that the entire premise of the show is wearing thin.
I watch American Idol because I can’t help it.
I realize I don’t have to watch.
Nobody’s holding a gun to my head …
And this year, maybe I won’t.
But, somehow, I know down inside that I won’t be able to resist.