Grandpa Weighs In On This Newfangled "American Idol" Thing
I’ve seen exactly two bits of “American Idol.” One was a montage of disastrous failed auditions, the other William Hung’s “triumphant” appearance. Both were on the InterWeb.
So I happen to read Lisa de Moraes’ account of the most recent show in the Washington Post yesterday (emphasis mine):
Then, as if the sky falling weren’t bad enough, Paula Abdul led the “Idol” audience in the Wave while Barry Manilow sang “Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing,” which you’d think would have caused a plague of locusts to visit Hollywood before the commercial break.
Instead, it only caused “Idol” Bootee Weirdsmobile Extraordinaire Bobby Bennett, who was standing in the audience, swaying gently from side to side while singing along with Manilow, to break through security and get up onstage to give Manilow a big weirdsmobile hug at the end of “Love Is a Many-Splendored Thing.”
There are so many hideously wrong things going on in those paragraphs I don’t know where to start. Except to say that I’ve completely missed the boat.
Something this bizarre and aesthetically terrifying goes beyond mere notions of “good” and “bad” and enters the realm of the immortal, if not the profoundly spiritual.
American Idol: Like Manos: The Hands of Fate, but weekly!