A new column in which I offer short, sporadic bursts of off-the-head opinions on things ranging from real life experiences to specific episodes of television I like.
Rex Lee in the audience! Syesha knowing she's going out but trying her best to do so with a bang. A sexy, sassy rendition of "Fever," complete with chair choreography is not for the typical AI demographic, and it's like she's making a statement because she knows it will be her last. I like her more and more every week (for reasons like that); she's a less annoying, less arm-pitted Beyonce. Oh yeah, I voted for her. A lot. I want the producers to really have to work to fix the finale how they want it. Also, Wheezy-- I mean, David A. singing "my boo?" I thought it was weird when Mariah did, but this... takes the proverbial cake. Also, Simon picking "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" for David C. and then commending his bravery for taking on the song (he didn't have a choice, though, right?), and also: Leona Lewis knocked that one out of the park on her debut album, and I have a hard time believing Simon didn't have that in mind (her being his protege and all) when he selected the song this week. It's like he was waiting for someone to bring up his success. Diane Warren's face after David C.'s rendition of "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing;" was it just me or did she look like she thought it was kind of a mess? Maybe I was projecting.
And just for kicks and giggles, let's throw in Hell's Kitchen, too.
Lou Ross, the little one, tells Chef Ramsay his pasta is bland during a taste-test challenge; I peed myself a little. In the most obvious attempt to create drama where there isn’t much, the producers set up a “rivalry” between every-Grip-I've-ever-worked-with-looking Ben and grimace-face Matt, and Ramsay’s pained, “is this sh*t for real?” expression while comparing them to the Yankees vs. Red Sox is just priceless. It’s like he doesn’t even know who those teams are (though the red and blue analogy is fitting nonetheless). Grimace-face Matt, who Best Week Ever compared to Sam The Eagle, calls himself a metrosexual and then gets a chocolate mask during his spa reward, and I don't want to lick his face even a little bit. Rosann, the Staten Islandite, screws up scallops, and I wonder aloud if didn’t she go home last week? Oh, wait, that was Nikki from Top Chef. Jen gets yelled at and accuses Ramsay of being on his period; I peed a little again. Maybe I drink too much water. The guys are punks, sore losers, and wimps, which is pretty much redundant, but at least Ben is going home, as anti-climactic as it may be; I'm sick of looking at his arrogant face, and... HOLY F-ING SH*T, NEXT WEEK SOMEONE CUTS OFF THE TIP OF THEIR FINGER AND COOKS IT WITH THE REST OF THE PANCETTA; it's like a reality version of a Very Special Friends Thanksgiving!!!