I used to follow this show, and I remember auld lang syne actually having fun commenting on it, so what the heck, I can do a sendoff.
If nothing else, I will always be amazed at the incredible metamorphosis American Idol went through over its existence. The paradigm did a complete 180. This is the only reality show I’ve ever watched where nothing I’d learned and internalized about it in the first two or three seasons was still present at the end.
Dancing With The Stars? Super-cheesy, goofy, hideously rigged, utterly meaningless amateur nite that takes itself waaaaay too seriously and needs to have more than one frickin’ prize. Other than becoming more irritating than ever, nothing’s changed. American Ninja Warrior? Potentially revolutionary no-limits competition unfortunately hobbled by excessive sappy stories, worthless announcers, endless edit finagling, and cutting out way too many freaking runs. Same deal now. Hell’s Kitchen? Occasionally entertaining freakshow-slash-frequently funny competition, held together by one of the better hosts. Same deal (and surprisingly, I actually think it slightly improved this season). The Voice? Celebrity chest-thumping continually overshadowing the utterly meaningless contestants. 'Nuff said.
Here’s the impressions I got from early AI:
- Oh, what a surprise, boomer music. Then, now, and forevermore. Just don’t even acknowledge that the 90’s ever happened. Wait, they’re trying to get the rights to Beatles music? This is going to su-u-u-ck.
- God damn, this anuddah-wun-bite-da-dus crap has got to go! It punishes those who make big efforts early and tire themselves out and leads to all kinds of fluke eliminations just because the contestant had one lousy off night! And there’s no incentive to finish at or even near the top! As long as you’re anything but the absolute worst, you’re golden!
- Man, that Simon Cowell is such a hack! How can anyone consider him any kind of authority on what makes an idol? It’s plainly obvious that all he does is troll and badger and stir the pot. And what’s everyone got against Paula Abdul, anyway? At least she’s quiet! Wow, someone who actually understands that the judges’ opinions mean jack squat, what a weirdo, huh?
- Arrgh! Stupid voters! “Well, I thought (s)he was safe, so I figured I’d cast votes to this random schlub.” Pick your horse and BACK IT! You never assume anyone is safe! You never assume ANYTHING! Hey, if Kellie Pickler ends up winning this thing, don’t come crying to me!
- Oh look, the meaningless irrelevant 7th place finisher just won an Oscar. Better buckle up; there’s gonna be a lot more where that came from.
- DAY-UM, did Bo Bice dodge a bullet or what? Think you can just assume he’s safe now, you goddam idiots?
- Geez, I sure hope they don’t ever pick Whitney Houston or Mariah Carey for mindless celebrity worship night. If there’s a deep-voiced male still in at that point, he is screwed.
- This Vote For the Worst thing looks like it’s really picking up steam. Oh well, it’s not like they can mess things up even more than they already are.
So what happened? The songs got far more varied; I even recognized a few from my alt-rock radio stations. I actually, against all odds, enjoyed both Beatles nights (outrageously overrated or not, I won’t deny that they had some really nice music). Burnout never was that big a factor as they’re all working very hard from start to finish. Clear favorites became stronger, killing rock bottom plus one* as a viable option; if you didn’t start strong, you didn’t have a chance. Cowell and Abdul left for greener pastures. Voting blocs solidified and became enormously powerful, killing the sentimental fool vote entirely (and leading to the dreary and seemingly endless WGWG parade, but that’s another issue). The much-needed judges’ save was implemented, ending ones-that-got-away and Bice scares**. David Cook got the most horrific low blow imaginable with Mariah Carey night (someone I never liked, BTW) and deflected it with the deftness of a fencing master, cementing his eventual victory. Vote For The Worst had one shining triumph with Taylor Hicks, collapsed under its own weight, and became just another cesspool of jerkishness and intolerance on the Internet.
So when you really look at it, on the whole things got a heckuva lot better (except for the endlessly clowning judges…seriously, did you even try to rip off any of The Voice’s GOOD ideas??). Sadly, at this point winning the contest was now so irrelevant that I couldn’t muster up any interest anymore. At least Hell’s Kitchen guarantees a comfy six-figure job for as long as they can avoid getting fired.
Final verdicts? Good, not great. A game-changer, but not in the ways it was supposed to be. Occasionally fun to watch, but could’ve been a lot more fun. Fixed its mistakes, but usually a little too late.
That’s television.
- May as well get one last ride out this one, eh?
** This too. 