The top ten singing the songs of the twenty-first century means songs we've all heard before, right? No? Well, the ones we have heard before will at least be fun and enjoyable, right? What do you mean, "Ask Randy"?
Lisa starts us off with Kelly Clarkson's "Because of You," because she has to try something to get our attention. Unfortunately the strongest reaction she provokes is our desire to hear the original. Kellie has a bit of the Heather hair again and sings some country song that I think is about that time Britney got drunk married in Vegas, but I can't be sure. Ace looks hilariously disgusting and sings the hilariously awful "Drops of Jupiter," hilariously. Look at his scar! Squeal with delight or, more likely, to-the-bone revulsion! The judges dismiss all three as terrible. Great way to start!
Taylor sings something. I don't know. I don't care. He's dressed very strangely, like a lady biker. Technically, it's the best performance of the night so far, but that's not saying much, at all. Mandisa scolds us all about being sinners just waiting to be saved, before singing a kicky little dance-gospel (trust me) number that I would have enjoyed a lot more if I didn't have the feeling that Mandisa was nagging me the whole time. She does manage to move Paula to blasphemy, which is pretty funny in context. Chris continues to ride that pony for all it's worth and finally makes it to Creed-ville. It was going to happen eventually, but I fear I'm going to have to make fun of him for it, because it was not good. Ryan and the judges play Know Your Current Internet Drama with Chris, big time -- acknowledging the Live thing and telling Chris to step outside that box already -- and it manages to be true and utter bullshit at the exact same time. Still waiting for a truly positive review.
Katharine goes for some Aguilera, "The Voice Within," and she's pretty sharp throughout, but I love her and I'm biased and I thought she was great anyway. However. The outfit. What the fuck? I can't even get into it here, give me some time and I'll think up something for the recap. It was like a visual representation of the entire plot of Firefly. Bucky opts for Tim McGraw, cowboy hat and all, and it's yet another growly rendition that doesn't involve a whole lot of impressive singing. Paula couldn't understand a word, not that that's news, but neither could Simon.
Paris is dressed as a visual tribute to the Final Four-bound LSU Tigers, and has a boatload of fun on BeyoncÃ©'s "Work It Out." It's a welcome change from the overall shittiness of the night, but beyond that it's just an enjoyable performance. Randy, Paula, and I think so, at least. Simon thought it was like a kid playing dress-up. Dude, it's Paris. Glad you've decided to finally join us. Finally, Elliott has opted to sing Gavin DeGraw's ode to cred, "I Don't Want to Be." Guys, the "hee!" was locked and loaded and ready to go, but Elliott (or Barry Manilow, or possibly Live) jived up the arrangement, and Elliott worked the vocals out, and except for the fact that he looks like the actual homeless, he was fantastic. Not just "awesome voice, boring presentation" fantastic. He went full boat this week. Finally we get some raves!
Tomorrow: results. Lisa, probably. Bucky, maybe. Ace in the bottom three again? Pass the barf bucket.
So, last night everybody sucked. Simon thinks they should all be going home, and we should just pack it in and do pimp-mercials for the rest of the season. But then what would he and Ryan argue about?
We start off with a crude and insultingly blatant plug for that movie where Ray Romano is the animated mammoth. The contestants pick their favorite characters, and it's exactly who you'd expect. Elliott likes the sloth? Get out! Then the actual pimp-mercial, which acts as a meditation on emissions standards and the importance of parking on alternate sides of the road. Or something. It's reggae and it's dumb, but there's a Good Humor cart so we can all chill out with a nice popsicle and forget it ever happened.
Then, Shakira and Wyclef Jean show up and fucking lip synch their way through that song about hips and belly dancing. No, the other one. No, the other one. Ah, forget it. It's a fun song, in a really trashy way, but what kind of example are we sending, show? Speaking of bad examples for the contestants, Justin Guarini is in the house, looking assy as ever.
The bottom three this week are Lisa (expected, no arguments), Ace (also expected, he had it coming), and Katharine (bullshit, but I can't say as I'm shocked). Ace gets sent back to the seats, and he's damn lucky, too. Simon totally turns on Katharine and says that upon further review, she sucked ass last night. Fortunately, y'all were spared a colossal meltdown in the recap this week, because Katharine is safe and Lisa is eliminated. It had to happen. Sweet kid. Will make it big on Broadway, I think.
Next week is effing country, and I have no idea what that means for the bottom three, but I'm prepared for some shenanigans.
My cable reception is pitching a fit and will do so all night. It knows what's coming. So does Ryan, even if he's not conscious of it: "You have to decide who is the best, but they are not going to make it easy for you." You're telling me. Our host is once again dressed in a black and blue suit, mimicking the bruise I more and more want to give him. The signs in the crowd are starting to look mass-produced. Identical black-and-yellow McPheever-themed signs could just be chalked up to paired McPhanatics (don't use that) working with the same materials. The "manDIVA" sign from last week is apparently back, or else, again, kids in Taiwan are churning those babies out by the crate. Weirder still, one "We Heart Lisa" sign is shown from two separate angles consecutively, giving the false impression that the Lisa fans came out in droves. Still, every week we go without an "Ace: I Will Be Your Mother Figure" sign is a good week, so I won't bitch too much.
Ryan promises "some of the best songs" from the past six years, as the theme this week is "The 21st Century." I know we're sitting in it, but "the 21st Century" still makes me think of jet packs and robot maids. Like "songs of the 21st Century" should all be post-apocalyptic Bjork or at least whatever's hot in Britain right now. Ryan introduces "The Three" (his quotes not mine), as in judges. Like it's their gang name. Like "The Regulators" or whatever. Watching this the first time around with my sister, she expresses hope that Paula will be drunk this week. "This week?" Truthfully, she's pretty coherent. For Paula. Better luck next time. Ryan laments how we "just have one hour" to get all the performances in, as if their bloated leviathan of a schedule as of late had become the norm and one hour is squeezing them too tightly. Do you know how much Red Bull and coke Sars had to promise Jacob and me to get us through semi-finals?
Cute, doomed little Lisa Tucker will be starting us off. She'll be singing "Because of You," by Kelly Clarkson. Well, this should be interesting. Lisa's back is against the wall, so I don't blame her for swinging for the fences here. It's hard to predict how a Clarkson song will play on this show. Even with the judges, sure the likelihood is that it will be hard to impress them by singing a song by the show's most successful protégée, but with the way they've been almost eager to bash old contestants this year, you never know. You know I think Lisa is very pretty, but this song causes her to make a lot of ugly faces.