So, let's talk about something other than Sanjaya's hair, and whether he ‘deserves’ to still be on the show.
(I'd say as long as Chris Richardson and Haley Scarnato are still around, Sanjaya's not the one we should be ripping for lack of vocal talent).
How about Melinda—she's great, right? Blake—can't wait to see him do the mellow beatbox thing again this week. LaKisha—boy, she sure belts it out. Phil—can he look any more ET-ish? Gina—rock on, girl.
See what the problem is? Other than the two 17-year-olds, Sanjaya and Jordin, this really is an uninteresting remaining group of American Idol contestants.
After three months of exposure, there’s not much, if anything, to say about them. Even for us professional bloggers.
For the most part, they're all polished and can sing fairly-to-really well. But honestly, nobody tunes in to AI to hear great singing.
It's all about the story; the personalities; the hint of controversy. Maybe because the contestants skew older this year and are all playing it safe, there's just nothing about these people that's sucking me in.
Except Sanjaya, and his continuing struggle to overcome his nerves. Not to mention the snide remarks coming from the likes of the odious Howard Stern (who's just trying to ride TV's biggest hit back into the spotlight).
I also keep watching to see Jordin, and how she'll deploy her undeniably huge talent (and goofy wit) this week. Everyone else is the same every week.
Because of its poor 'casting', if you will, American Idol is in danger of hitting its Who Wants to Be a Millionnaire moment, where people talk about it more than they actually watch it.
As our TV critic
Verne Gay points out, sagging ratings among the fickle 18-49 group may have Idol's producers feeling like they've got to step up the song-and-dance to keep our interest.
And as we all know from the dating world, sometimes the harder you try, the more of a turn-off it becomes.
I'm hanging in there, for now. Am curious to see the likes of J.Lo, Jon Bon Jovi and Bono on the show in the next few weeks.
And, I'm telling you—Sanjaya can sing. If he ever gets over his nerves and starts picking better songs, we'll all have something real to buzz over.
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