I drove up to my house at 8:35, so I missed the first bit of the finale. From what I saw for the last hour and 30 minutes -- I don't care.

I hate that they dressed the "African Children's Choir" in leopard print. I thought it was tasteless and crass and lousy.

I loved the Green Day boy. He always strikes me as a little "off." In a way I like.

Everything else was dumb.

Especially the Bush Baby issue being prolonged. I mean, let it GO already - it was one of the nastiest treatments of a person I've ever seen on television, and they brought it back up, and then they KEPT talking about it, and then they KEPT talking about it, and they shouldn't have. At all.

So, uh, yeah. Next year it will be Carrie and Kelly and Katherine and Ruben and Taylor and JORDIN. Woo hoo. Another person to sing a part of a poorly done montage. I have no hopes that Jordin will release interesting music. I'll keep my eyes peeled for Blake, and I'm curious as to what, exactly, Melinda will do {hello, church music much?}, perhaps even LaKisha.

OH WAIT!!!

Beloved said he heard that Sanjaya was signed by Fox to do a reality show! I can't find anything too official about it, but there is this. God, that boy just needs to go hide in a cardboard box.

And now, for something completely different.

Are the Losties saved? Holy crap, that little Jack-forward-flash was kinda weird. I missed the first hour of the show, so I'm excited to go back and re-watch on iTunes tomorrow ... but is next year being filmed, like, in the real world? This is my prediction: They all get rescued, go home. Then Jack snaps out of this alcoholic tupor and starts gathering the key players to go BACK to the island for whatever unfinished business is brewing, and at least 1/2 the season is him running around trying to collect his peoples, then the other 1/2 either getting to, or getting reacclimated to, the island.

Either way, I found that to be a satisfying ending.

And with that, my darlings, especially you, Housewife, my television blogging has come to an end. All season finales (24, Grey's Anatomy, Lost and American Idol) have happened, and I am going to do my best to watch ZERO television until I have Tivo or a Tivo-like device, on about October. Or so.

Labels: American Idol, television

posted by Zuska @ 11:28 PM

1 Comments:

At Thursday, May 24, 2007 7:56:00 AM, Butterflyfish said…

AI has done more for washed up and/or out of the limelight and/or ancient musicians and bands than any show... ever.

What upsets me were those 'Idol awards for the insane'. I mean seriously, I think the yellow bird lady has some sort of mental illness. Let's encourage *more* escapees from the psych ward to show up at auditions ... maybe they too will get to go to the finals.

Ugh. Why do I watch this? *sigh*