After having given us the requisite scare last week, the 100,000 9-14 year-olds who vote in this American Idol thing cast 45 million votes (while somehow forgetting to vote for Adam Lambert) managed to get it right, dumping Matt and leaving us with Adam, Allison, Danny, and Kris.
Everybody’s front runner, Lambert, actually wound up in the bottom two. It’s getting down to the time when the best of the bunch could actually be eliminated by a stroke of voting stupidity, much as Jennifer Hudson and Chris Daughtry were dumped in their respective seasons.
I suppose it doesn’t really matter to me whether Adam leaves the competition early. He’s achieved the visibility he needs to move on and do well in the music business. In fact, if he were to go, it might restore some of my lost interest. The actual competition once again would be meaningful, instead of being a foregone conclusion. But that probably won’t happen, so I probably won’t dwell on it. Maybe. Perhaps.
Matt was the weakest of the pretenders, and he deserved to go. I don’t know why the judges wasted their ridiculous “save” on him. They would have been in a big jam last week were Adam indeed eliminated and they had no capability for saving him. In an earlier post, I told you that judicious use of the judges’ save would be an important strategic consideration. It appears to this Mouse that they used it prematurely.
This week is rock & roll week. Unfortunately, it’s still got a two hour slot, which probably means that we’ll be subjected to two songs from each semi-finalist, most of the aggregation of which will be lame. Nevertheless, it’s rock, so all should do well, and the show might even wind up being entertaining.
It goes without saying that contestants will need to choose the right songs in order to best showcase their individual talent. The so-called judges will be all full of stupid advice centering around “at this stage in the competition…” — except for Paula, that is. She’ll be all full of love for the contestants and full of vapid utterances for the contestants, whom she’ll call “Honey.” I can hardly wait.
