Ready for the Crystal-Lee finale next week? We'll find out for sure in an hour.
That is, if we ever get through this insufferable opening. Listening to these three inarticulate dullards as they struggle to answer Ryan Seacrest's simplistic questions is the very definition of bad television. Seldom has there been a less exciting reality show. How the mighty have fallen.
Every time you think the show can't sink further, it sinks further. Producers gave air time to Perez Hilton to shill his latest "discovery," some no-talent kid named Travis Garland who can't sing, can't dance but somehow managed to get Hilton to pronounce him "better than Justin Timberlake" on national TV. Idol couldn't even manage to stage the performance properly. I just keep telling myself "one more week of this, one more week of this, one more..." Meantime, Justin Bieber did a medley of two of his hits and then concluded by playing a little drums. When puberty robs him of his voice he has a skill to fall back on, one presumes.
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To no one's surprise, our finale pits Lee vs. Crystal. Casey goes home. Crystal's visit home tonight, to Toledo, Ohio, was the most interesting of the three.
No comments tonight. We was wobbed.
Posted by: Gail | May 19, 2010 at 10:04 PM
I could barely muster the enthusiasm to blog it.
Posted by: HoCo | May 19, 2010 at 10:09 PM