The Fred Savage lookalike was simply too cute! Simon was right, mothers will adore him!
I like William and I’m not a mother.
Also, Boob Girl was smarmy the way Constantine was smarmy. I guarantee you she spends a couple of hours a night making love to her bathroom mirror in preparation for making love to the camera. Eeeeewwww.
If you pull those pigtails, does her hair roll up?
The two minute preview of Hell Week (finally!) was better than the last two hours of auditions…
Today I was telling somebody that I like AI because it’s not two but three shows all in one. The comedy show that is the auditions, the singing contest at the end and the short backbiting session in the middle.
Someone remind me-- how many make it to the singing competition? And do they know who these are before the first audition airs?
Another evening of mediocrity. Unfortunately, the hot dog was the best one. I’m with Simon on this. It was cute the first couple of seasons, but it has become formulaic and predictable. They have the proportions backwards. Show us mainly good singers and a few funny putzes. That keeps the putzes funny.
Well dang! I was hoping to see my minister’s daughter since I’d heard she made it through to the Hollywood. She was girl in red at the very end that they showed screaming, jumping up and down with her mom and Ryan Seacrest.
Going by memory, there are 32 that make it to the finals, out of the however many (120ish?) they put thru to H’wood. Yes, the final 32 are already picked before the January broadcasts begin.
Anyone else think that Cowboy-hatted Randy Jackson didn’t suck? He consistently chose a note on the refrain that made me wince, but at least it was a consistent choice, he wasn’t out of tune per se, just not hitting the note I expected there. I rather liked him and would have liked to see him get a shot, alas, the judges heard differently.
Pink-panted braid girl makes me very incredibly glad I have friends. Friends don’t let friends dress drunk.
Tonight was a big meh. The only thing that I got out of it was a bizarre growing fondness of Ryan Seacrest. I think I need to go shower. With bleach.
The conceited guy picked a great song and did OK with it. Not a homerun, but a solid line-drive single. He’ll be the one hittin’ on all the gals in Hollywood and eventually dismissed.
Damn you, Walter Winchell! :::shakes fist::: I was coming here to make that prediction – I made it to my hubby as soon as they passed the guy through to Hollywood!
I liked Cowboy-Hatted Randy Jackson’s voice, too, except he was sooo scratchy and rough on that high note. But he had an interesting tone to the rest of his singing. I was sorry they turned him down.
Red-Panted Braid Girl was just painful. I really didn’t like the way Simon mocked her after she left the room – making fun of a delusional teenager behind her back on national TV? A low blow, even for Simon. She was one of the really sad ones that I wish they wouldn’t show on TV – not funny, not trashy, just misguided. And homely. And fat. And Simon just cannot leave a fat girl alone, can he?
What was with Over-Tanned Braces Girl*? She was just nasty.
*I use “girl” advisedly, since she looked to be 40 if she was a day. Either she’s spent more time in the tanning booth than the over-baked wife on My Name is Earl a couple weeks ago, or she looks way old before her time. That isn’t even discussing her voice, which is a subject best left alone.
I’m only in it for the comedy show. Tonight, I was impressed by the funeral director and the “fit model.”
And what’s with all the guys who sing falsetto or people in weird costumes? Ultimately, they’re looking for a person who can sing pop songs well enough that they sell albums.
I liked the embalmer and the lovey dovey conceited fellow. I was not able to watch the last 10 minutes of the show, but it looked as if there were very few to be had from this crop, either.
That was the first three seasons. Eight semifinalists performed each week, with the two highest vote-getters advancing to the finals. Then a wild card round with a select group of the rejectees, from which the highest vote-getter, and three others, each chosen by a judge, also advance, for a total of twelve finalists. (I didn’t watch the first season, but I know there were ten finalists, not twelve; I don’t know exactly how the semifinals worked then. Also, they did something really scummy in the third season: told 12 people to come back for the wild card round, then told four of them on live TV that they weren’t going on.)
Last season, though, there were only 24 semifinalists: 12 men and 12 women. Two from each group were voted off each week for three weeks, thereby ensuring a gender balance in the final 12. Theories abound as to why. Don’t know what they’re planning this season. I had thought that last year’s setup would cause contestants to burn out faster, but I can’t say for sure. At any rate, as someone said late in season 3, “No matter what the order of voting off, there’s still going to be the right final 2.”
Oh, of course, I can’t believe I forgot that! :smack:
The whole boys night/girls night thing, wonder if they’ll do that again this year?
Obviously she was Tanorexia’s Country Cousin. (Whatever that means - it just sounds funny, so I used it here.)
I have no special information beyond what I’ve seen on the intarweb, but I’ve heard that they were using this same format again this year in the semifinals. One of the things I’ve heard (can’t find a cite though) is that producers prefer the “sing-off” to a vote-in, because it eliminates the controversy that sometimes surrounds the “judge’s choice” contestants (koffCarmen-the-Goat-Girlkoff).
If I’m not mistaken, the conceited guy was shown crying in the upcoming footage from Hollywood. Taste the schadenfreude, my friends!
I think the embalmer could really go far. He has a nice voice, he’s good looking, and he has a pleasant personality.
Boob girl reminds me of that model they had a couple of years ago who made it to the semi-finals (I think). You know, the one who opened her mouth really wide while singing Melissa Etheridge. In other words, it won’t be long before the real talent blows her out of the water. Oh, and I thought she said she was a foot model at first, too.
Last week, GLAAD was after Simon. Now he’s in trouble for saying stuff about fat people. At least that’s what Paula said on Entertainment Tonight yesterday. I pretty much think they’re just always trying to create some new controversy to make people turn in and see if Simon’s really as bad as they say, but YMMV.
Simon has been insulting fat people (especially fat girls) since the beginning, though. He understands the marketing that is involved as well as the singing, and fat girls just have a really, really hard time being marketed, the pressures to lose weight are so incredible. I’m amazed that Kelly Clarkson has managed to continue to look like a real person thus far; she must have as strong a personality as she has a voice.
But, of course, I find it hypocritical that Simon never said word one about Ruben’s weight. I guess fat guys are easier to market? In any case, it’s a really obnoxious double standard, but for all Simon’s nastiness about it, he’s truly just reflecting the current state of the industry, I fear.
This is going to sound bad, but I think it depends on what kind of fat person you are. In all honesty, it looks better on some than it does on others. Ruben, for instance, looks adorable as a big guy. He’s big, but clothes still look good on him. The big guy the other night, however, had that droopy kind of look, where the fat kind of oozed all over the place. He also didn’t have Ruben’s sparkly eyes or charisma.
Same thing for girls. Ol’ Tessie May did, indeed, look as though she’d been stuffed into those pants. I mean, she could just as well have pasted a sign on her ass that said, “I’m fat.” A girl like Frenchy or Kimberley Clark is bigger, but still looks cute at that size. Maybe it has something to do with knowing how to dress for your size. I just think some fat people are more marketable than others.
Now that I’ve said that, please don’t hurt me. I have absolutely nothing against fat people (not being entirely svelte myself), I’m just looking at it from a record producer’s POV.