LOST has completely messed with my universe.
First, we have the mysteries of the island. Then we have alternate timelines and realities and smoke monsters taking the form of formerly dead characters. As if that weren’t enough, now we have the whole mythos of the “list” and the “candidates” and the balance between light and dark. And to top it all off, LOST has moved to Tuesday nights, opposite American Idol!
Sheesh. The nerve.
So what’s a poor girl to do? It’s prediction time, and once again I haven’t watched the performances. And unfortunately this time there wasn’t much chatter on Facebook to help me out. But I still managed to get two out of three last week, so I’m employing the “stab in the dark” technique again this week.
In all honesty, I can’t really judge him. He may have rocked it last night. He may have brought it and been – in Randy’s words – “da bomb.” But the fact remains, the guy is SIXTEEN. And he ACTS sixteen. And he LOOKS sixteen. And he doesn’t show me that he can handle the demands of show biz. I will keep picking him until he is gone…and pray that he doesn’t ride the Kris Allen wave of good luck to the finals.
This one makes me sad. I really like her style and I think she’s a refreshing change of pace for this show. There have been rockers, r&b singers, and even country divas who have all made it big from this launching pad. But there has never been a soulsy-bluesy-jazzy crooner like Didi who has managed to make it into the finals. Unfortunately, the pop music niche of this show makes it difficult for her to really stand out and showcase her unique persona. I think she will be safe, but only by the skin of her pearly-white teeth.
Poor Tim. He seems like such a nice boy. Sincere. Genuine. And about as interesting as milk toast. Which, unfortunately, does not make for good radio play. And since we all know the bottom line of this show is about dollar signs and marketability, that bodes even worse for our boy-next-door. Buh-bye, Tim Urban. We’ll see you on the road.