American Idol: Hollywood is Fun
It was enjoyable to watch the warning shot across the bow when Simon send the entire first round of girls packing. He was right: none of them sounded good enough to keep around (although a couple of them were close to cute enough for the job).
Catty Aside: Can I tell you that I was glad to see Sarah going home? As much as it was disappointing to see some of the faces leaving, it felt good to see her off.
This is probably my least favorite show of the year. The speed disqualification in the short show, sending massive groups of singers off without seeing much singing or getting a taste of the personalities involved make it one of the “must miss” shows. Unless, of course, you’re obsessive about writing about the show.
Which I’m not.
Honest.
The group portion of the evening is a little better. The personality clashes and high school drama are grand entertainment when you want to feel superior. This year is even more special, though, because of the “I hate you” moment that came along pretty late in the show.
Amanda, the young woman that believed she made it through the group portion because “God likes good people” (unlike, apparently all of the other people who were kicked from the show), was in dire need of being sent home with a swift, metaphorical kick in the butt. Aside from the fact that God probably doesn’t give too hoots who wins American Idol, it would be hard to imagine Him pulling for a two-faced little girl who abandons her group in the middle of their practice.
God don’t roll like dat.
Which was made evident when Amanda was sent home to exercise her many flirting options. Good riddance.
Honestly, it was a missable show. The real stuff starts later.
Update: An a cool singing note, though, the gorgeous song that you heard at the end of House tonight was Lizz Wright’s “Hit the Ground”, which is, hands down, one of my favorite recent discoveries. You can read an old review here.