As a film reviewer, I don't usually, if ever, review TV. I don't even watch much TV. I certainly didn't take notice of "American Idol" during it's first 5 seasons (Though I did review American Dreamz
. But last night, I watched the 2 hour open of the 7th season for American Idol. Wow! This is good TV. What a great mix of personalities! The cold-hard-truth-telling Simon Cowell prodding softy Paula Abdul to explain why she feels a contestant doesn't have the right stuff. Though we tend to avoid them, I've always felt there is a great deal of life-energy in awkward moments. American Idol rumbles with the pure joy of awkward moments. A sweet-hearted contestant waits all day to sing in front of Paula, Simon and Randy Jackson, he's obviously a genuine good person, but sings so wrong that it sets 2/3rds of the judges laughing so hard they hide their faces. This is awkward magnified, recorded and broadcast. I was screaming out with the beautiful resonating discomfort of that moment. We all love to hear a good voice, but that's not what makes Idol #1. In my assessment, it's the hibred mix of the judges, terrible acts, golden throats, the crazies, the dreamers, the pure-souls all couched in casual, yet professional, hosting by Ryan Seacrest and good editing work by those behind the scenes. (And there certainly must have been many hours of tape to cut.)
That said, I still advocate a year without TV. (Click here for my thoughts on that.)
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