My daughter asked if I would watch this with her and so I tried. After the first contestant, the obnoxious little girl who wants a bathroom to herself, came out and sang half off key I was sure the judges would send her away. Instead they proclaimed her a superstar and I thought, oh shizzle, this is going to be a bomb.
The so-called behind the scenes whispers (fully miked, of course) are lame and turgid at the same time. Paula Abdul pretends she's going to be sick when the hermaphrodite flashes them! Now that's quality TV! The talent contest genre jumped the shark ages ago. I don't know how many more of these boring, repetitive shows America can suck up. We reached the saturation point long ago.
The so-called behind the scenes whispers (fully miked, of course) are lame and turgid at the same time. Paula Abdul pretends she's going to be sick when the hermaphrodite flashes them! Now that's quality TV! The talent contest genre jumped the shark ages ago. I don't know how many more of these boring, repetitive shows America can suck up. We reached the saturation point long ago.