Commercials. When we return, Ryan tells us all that they've got the kids isolated in three groups again. Love the studded belt, there, Ryan. Did we pull you away from The Eagle? Room #1 contains Matt Rogers, who reminds us that he was in the Rose Bowl. Roooose Boooowl! He also gets pissy about Simon's comment that he doesn't think he's taking the competition seriously, which again sets off my "asshole" radar. John's in this room, too. We get reminders that he kept forgetting words during the past couple of days. We get a clip of his final performance, "I Left My Heart in San Francisco." I really don't like his singing, the more that I hear of it. It has nothing to do with the alleged old-fashionedness of it. He sounds like he has trouble holding the notes steady, and there's no flow in his singing. He just sounds awkward and uncomfortable. He worries to us that he's going to get cut. Model Lisa is there, and we get some flashbacks of her adventures in incompetence. Oh god, I must have blocked out that shot of Alan beatboxing in the hot tub. The hell with Janet Jackson's nipple -- that clip should result in an investigation for indecency. Jon is going to milk that damned pen gimmick until somebody runs up and stabs him with one. The Roman brothers are in the room, too, and they replay their pointless comments from earlier. You know they're going to end up in the same final group together. And I predict that neither of them will make it to the final ten. Oh, I hope I didn't ruin it for you by mentioning that these folks are in. But since it's the first room, you know they've all made it, because there'd be no drama if they immediately made the cuts. The judges come down, and for the third season in the row, Simon pulls the "I'm sorry to tell you you're in the final thirty-two" shtick. The kids already know this routine and don't even react when he does the "sorry" part. They all bounce around and celebrate. Now Jesus and Noel are good brothers again. Everybody sings.
Commercials. We return to see Jon breakdancing. That's just sad and wrong. In Room #2, George continues to be forty-four, but isn't quite as happy and upbeat as he normally is. Sarah Silva is in the room too, and looks as though she knows she's doomed. They show Simon's comments to her that she reminds him of Kelly Clarkson when she sings, except that she doesn't have the personality that follows. When she's not singing, Simon doesn't remember who she is. Trashcan Loin is in this group, too, and they show clips of him "flirting" with various women in the competition. Because there's no possibility that he could just be talking to them or anything. Nicole is in this group, and we're reminded that she's annoying. The judges come in, and the kids are all huddled together in the corner of the room, for some unknown reason. It's really odd. I guess it's so that the cameras could get a "group shot" for the reactions. Randy tells them all to give themselves a round of applause for making it this far. Because they're cut. Out! Goodbye! You're all too old, to skeevy, too lousy, or too crazy to continue in the competition. Some girl who wasn't listening closely enough thinks they actually made it, and starts to get up to celebrate, before realizing what happened. Heh. That's embarrassing, although the people around her chuckle, so maybe it cut their despair just a tad. So off they go. Buh-bye!