I don't care who will win American Idol. There, that's out of the way. In fact, I don't even know the names of one single contestant on this season's floundering show. More perplexing to me than why people watch these kids sing only to have a British dick in a tight shirt tear them down and leave them just short of tears. What makes me most curious is why it will take 2 hours and 7 minutes tonight to unveil the "winner" of this sham of a contest. And on the anger side, a TV network (FOX) who bases their entire operation around one franchise series is not a network. Really, they juggle their entire schedule to fit in four hours of this manufactured drama each week at the beginning of the season.
Now before you get all preachy and say that this show makes dreams come true, let's see just how many legitimate stars this crapfest has actually produced. The first season (which I actually watched) made Kelly Clarkson a household name. Beyond her actual career, only Carrie Underwood has actually attained some level of success and time will tell if she can follow up her initial success or if she fades into obscurity like Fantasia Barrino, Ruben Studdard and Taylor Hicks. Jordin Sparks and David Cook's true fate remains to be seen as both have done something but are definitely not breakout stars because one song does not a star make.
So, tonight's eighth season finale will crown yet another teen whose dreams of stardom are tied to a heavily leveraged recording deal in which Simon Cowell's record label essentially owns their soul and will do little to promote their efforts beyond an initial single which will receive boatloads of Top 40 radio airplay between now and the end of the year until being discarded as another has been.
Does this sound accurate?
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