American Idol has become an awful television show.
What once was fresh and lively is now stale and dull. The ever-rotating cast of judges is more frustrating than refreshing. There was, in the first four or five seasons, a genuinely magical chemistry between Simon, Paula and Randy. They felt like buds—the angry one, the kooky one, the cool one. It worked, and it worked very well.
I can count on one hand the number of people I know who still tune in. There are other things to watch, other activities to do. Idol feels very 2005. Nobody likes feeling 2005.
That said …
Tonight’s final episode offered something cool enough that it warrants mentioning. Namely, two two last singers—Candice Glover (the winner) and Kree Harrison—are both big. Not obese, but certainly plus-sized. They don’t have hour-glass figures; don’t fit neatly into leather pants or mini skirts. Why, Candice only showed her legs on the show’s second-to-last episode, prompting delightful shock from Nicki Minaj.
It’s a good thing, because Idol seems—primarily—to be a show for younger people, and I like that they’re not merely supporting the hottest of the hotties.
Anyhow, it’s over. Candice can sing, Kree can sing, the show is terrible.