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American Idol: The Final 24

Last night “American Idol” swiftly made its way to the final 24 contestants, whose fate is now in the hands of our nation’s voters. But before that, every one of the 40 remaining semi-finalists had to perform solo with a real band and real backup singers in front of Randy, Paula and Simon. The song choices were limited, which meant we had to hear Bryan Adams’ “When You Love a Woman” about 25 times. Ugh. That song could seriously induce vomiting when heard that many times.

Then, each contestant had to march into a conference room where the judges let them know if they were staying or going. Of course, the judges had to mess with these poor folks by saying things like “we’re sorry to say……that you’re going to be seeing more of us!” I’m waiting for one of these kids to have a heart attack right there….you think that would put a stop to the nonsense? Hey judges: stop playing games, a yes or no would suit everyone just fine.

Some of the kids going home included Anna Kearns, who Simon had once referred to as a “giraffe;” Tammy, the old-school singer who reminded me of a hippie from the sixties; and Matthew Buckstein, the Jewish cowboy.

So now we have 24 finalists, who will begin performing in front of us all next Tuesday.

For you gambling types, I’m going to take a few shots at predicting the future here.

Among the 12 guys, watch for Brandon Rogers, the career backup singer from L.A. This dude has a stellar voice, and tons of charisma. Same with Chris Sligh, the chubby kid with the afro and glasses. He was part of that guy group who sang the Bee Gees the night before….and there is no denying his vocal talent. Plus, he’s hilarious. Other strong dudes are Phil Stacy, beat-box boy Blake, and Chris Richardson (who looks and dresses like Justin Timberlake). Look for an early exit from Sundance Head (I can’t get out of my head Simon’s comment that he looked like he’d been “boiled” after singing); Sanjaya, the Indian kid with the sister who got booted out a day earlier; and Paul Kim, the barefoot dude who claimed to wear the same underwear for each audition…..um, I’m wondering if ol’ Paul crapped his pants when he went in to learn his fate…I bet that would force him to find clean skivvies.

Among the girls, watch for Melinda Doolittle. She is another career backup singer who is finally getting a chance at the big spotlight, and she so deserves it. I mean, wow. She is this year’s Paris Bennett. Also watch for Stephanie, who looks like Fantasia Barrino but, and I know I’m stretching here, has a better voice than the third season champ. Finally, Lakisha, who claimed that she would be just as happy going home to her young daughter, will have to wait a while. And I’m saying a long while, because she can sing her ass off. Other chicks to watch for are Gina Glockson, Jordin Sparks, and Nicole Tranquillo. Look for early exits from Antonella (is it just me, or is everyone else sick of this chick?), Haley (who was cute but not a good enough singer), and Leslie Hunt.

So that’s it, America. The real fun begins now, and we’ll be here to cover it all. I bet that makes you happy, doesn’t it?

American Idol: Hollywood Lightning

I’m not complaining, but the opening to “American Idol’s” Hollywood rounds was like an episode of speed-dating, speed reading, or, well, it was just plain fast. There were 172 contestants from the seven opening auditions, and by the end of last night they had narrowed the field down to 40. It wasn’t that the usual format was different, with solo auditions in front of the judges again, and the group round, but they just showed less of it. Hey, that’s fine by me.

The girls went first and this season there were twice as many chicks that made it to Hollywood as there were dudes.

Jory Steinberg was dressed EXACTLY like Paula, trying to earn points of some kind. But she didn’t quite sing that well. In fact, the first six they showed all got sent home. Then there was Colombian semi-bombshell Perla, who did her Shakira impression again. She was just okay, but Randy and Paula thought she had just enough personality to advance. Very young Baylie Brown, a blue-eyed blonde cutie, was awesome in the first Hollywood round, just as she was in her initial audition.

In all, the judges sent 56 of the 114 girls home. Then the guys went….Jarrod, the dude who won “Reagan Idol” on his Navy ship, didn’t quite cut it this time around. Then there was Matt Sato, who made a spectacle in his opening round audition, saying his parents didn’t approve of him auditioning. This dude called his mom in tears again when he made it through to the second Hollywood round. They simply showed way too much of this kid.

Then there were the groups. This is always entertaining because inevitably there is bickering when kids with large egos are forced to perform together.

Best friends Amanda and Antonella were paired with Baylie Brown. This was like mixing salsa and cookie dough. They appeared to respect each other, but you could tell the friends didn’t like Baylie and she didn’t like them. Ultimately, two of the girls forgot their lyrics badly, including Baylie. What a shame, because she had the voice to go far. Antonella advanced to the final 40 but her friend Amanda was sent home.

Same thing happened to the Indian brother and sister…the brother made it, she did not. They were shown hugging at the end. Also a shame…I thought she was great but didn’t quite have enough. The dude, though, he’s going to make it far.

Finally Matt Sato got sent home….I don’t think America could handle another phone call to his mom.

Perla’s inability to sing on key finally got her booted out, because the three other chicks in her group were awesome and it made Perla’s flaws stand out.

The guy’s group of Blake, Rudy, Chris (and I can’t remember the fourth guy…hey, when I say they blazed through this, they really did!) was incredible. They did the Bee Gees’ “How Deep is Your Love” and I’m telling you, these kids could go on tour tomorrow and become mega-stars. All four are going to go deep in this competition. It was by far the best group performance ever on the show, and I am not exaggerating.

Also watch for my boy Brandon Rogers…he made the final cut too and I am picking him as top 12 material, maybe top 5.

So I guess tonight they will get from 40 down to 24….the final 12 guys and 12 girls. Hey, again, this is okay by me. This is when the show really gets fun to watch. Yes America, admit it, this show is fun to watch. See you all tomorrow….

Battlestar Galactica: “The Woman King”

This series doesn’t have a lot of them, but this was a classic filler episode. It revolved around Helo, a supporting character, and didn’t advance any of the main storylines at all. Athena was only there as a sounding board for her husband and Tigh, Adama and Dr. Cottle served basically the same purpose. I thought it was a little out of character for Adama to come down so hard on Helo, but his apology at the end of the episode was rather poignant, a credit to Edward James Olmos’ acting skills.

We did get a short scene between Athena and Number Six, and it’s interesting to see – in times of trouble – that Baltar appears to her just as she appears to him. The two are certainly intertwined, but we didn’t learn anything about why they are so connected. The fact that she also has visions indicates that Baltar may not be crazy, which is what we were led to believe for most of the first three seasons.

In the brief scene in the bar, Lee and Dee’s kiss garnered a jealous look from Starbuck, which probably means that storyline is far from over. We also met two new (?) characters, Marge and Connor, who provided absolutely nothing to the episode’s storyline.

Other than that, there was a virus spreading amongst the civilians (zzzzz) and it turned out that Doctor Robert (not from the Beatles song) was killing all the Saggitarions.

Of all the episodes this season, this was the most useless. Let’s hope the show gets back on track next week.

24, Hour 8: I love you…I’ll kill you

Previously, on the “24” blog:

In truth, Daddy Bauer’s plan is quite ingenious, if dastardly. He has lowered the guard of his do-gooder son, silenced the only person who could sell him out, and set up his son’s death so that Dr. Romano’s wife and “child” will hold Jack responsible, since the cause of death will surely be a fatal seizure due to excessive torture. Jack will feel as though he has betrayed his family, which will make him even more vulnerable to Daddy’s evil machinations.

Boom shacka lacka lacka lacka. Boom shacka lacka lacka lacka. Boom.

Okay, so Heidi Petrelli’s reaction was not as indignant as I was expecting, but then again, Grae’s son (who, from this point on, will be known as Jack Jack) didn’t even cry. His father’s dead! What teenager isn’t going to be crushed by news like that, even if you suspected he was a bad guy?

The show actually got back to its roots in the first hour with a little “Hostel”-style torture. Eurotrash Arms Dealer was the victim of some big time passive-aggressive behavior on the part of his companion, who popped him once she knew where she would be dropping off Morris. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear that for a split second, her eyes actually had dollar signs in them. I deleted the episode out of my DVR before I could confirm it. The second she walks in with Morris, however, she realizes the mistake of trying to bluff a bunch of Islamic fucking terrorists. If Kevin Spacey had been in this episode, he would have cut a pound of flesh from her body, just to underscore what deadly sin ultimately did her in.

So back to the torture: Morris, who’s not trained in the torture-withstanding arts, runs afoul of some of Fayed’s free swingers, as it were, and then gets drilled, literally. Jack gives him hell for caving in, but isn’t that just Jack shifting the blame? If his guys were better at their job, Fayed wouldn’t keep getting away, damn it. Back at CTU, Chloe proves to be no more sympathetic than Jack, slapping Morris when he refuses to get back to work mere minutes after getting tortured with a drill. Coworkers suck.

As for the rest of the episode, one absolutely fantastic thing happened, and one utterly ridiculous thing happened. On the fantastic end, the former Mr. Hilary Swank appears to be involved in a plot to kill President Palmer, and recruits the Biscuit to assist him in helping Senator Roark and his “kill ‘em all” policy to ascend to the throne. Now, I don’t want to see yet another President Palmer assassinated, but give credit where credit is due: this is the ballsiest plot thread that the writers of “24” have floated out there yet. The Biscuit, of course, is toast, pardon the repeated bread product references. Whoever’s orchestrating this – possibly Daddy Bauer’s company? – is smart enough to cover their own tracks and set up the most obvious person for the fall. That person is the Biscuit. The second he gives up Palmer’s itinerary, he’s done for. He’s going to wish he had brought a tape recorder with him when Mr. Swank sells him down the river.

And now for something completely different, which is to say, insane: CTU allowing Daddy Dearest (hey, I think we just found his nickname) to take Jack Jack out of custody so he is in a better position to coerce Heidi Petrelli into setting Jack up to be ambushed. And with that, let’s play “Really!?!,” with Amy Poehler and Seth Meyers. (For the uninitiated, go here right this second.) Really, CTU is going to allow Daddy Dearest to take Jack Jack back to the home that is not far from where a nuclear weapon detonated. Really. The man owns a company that was responsible for the decommission of the nukes that are currently in play, but you’re not going to keep him in custody. Really. And lastly, that company is run by a man who confessed in front of several other CTU agents that he authorized the assassination of President David Palmer, and that he has tried repeatedly to have Jack killed. And you’re not going to interrogate him? Really?! You don’t think he might have some valuable information? Really!?! Ye gods.

Killing President Palmer, again: bad karma, but good, good TV. CTU’s blind eye to Daddy Dearest and his sinister company: just bad. Man, how messed up is it that we’re actually rooting for the president to get whacked just so we get some good television?

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