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kybearfuzz) wrote2004-05-19 08:11 am
kybearfuzz) wrote2004-05-19 08:11 am
WB's Superstar USA
Okay, I'm not much for reality shows, I much prefer sitcoms (last night's Gilmore Girls was excellent). I did end up watching the WB's Superstar USA. What a sad showcase of talent.
The premise is that the best singers are told they suck and turned away, while the hundreds of talentless wannabe's are given high praise and accepted for the price. The trick is that the talentless have no idea they are bad, they honestly think they are good, and the egos get fluffed by the judges.
In honor of Mr. William "She Bangs" Hung, several of them were given a chance to perform. This waif-like version of Jack McFarland, in his gayest glory, sang and gyrated to Faith Hill's "The Way You Love Me." It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. He was followed by a skeletal Mario, whose grin is reminiscent of the "Gentlemen" from the Buffy episode "Hush," who butchered "Celebration." Both were told they were excellent and went to the next round.
Are people really so desperate for their 15 minutes that they actually can talk themselves into believing they can sing? Do these people not have friends who will tell them the truth? I admit, I sing in the shower at times and in my mind I'm on stage and adored by millions, but inevitably I hit that sour note, usually in the chorus, and come crashing back to reality.
I'm sure the show has protected itself against lawsuits from the contestants. I'm ashamed to say that I enjoyed watching some of the show. I figure they put themselves in the line of fire, so they shouldn't be surprised if they get shot. ... And in my shower this morning, I still sounded better than any of them. Rock on!
Some new sites I found this morning:
http://www.cicadaville.com (a parody site about the vicious cicada threat in Cincinnati)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332375/ (the site for a new movie Saved, about a girl who gets pregnant at her Baptist school. Very Heather-esque comedy, I hear. For the recovering Baptists out there)
The premise is that the best singers are told they suck and turned away, while the hundreds of talentless wannabe's are given high praise and accepted for the price. The trick is that the talentless have no idea they are bad, they honestly think they are good, and the egos get fluffed by the judges.
In honor of Mr. William "She Bangs" Hung, several of them were given a chance to perform. This waif-like version of Jack McFarland, in his gayest glory, sang and gyrated to Faith Hill's "The Way You Love Me." It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. He was followed by a skeletal Mario, whose grin is reminiscent of the "Gentlemen" from the Buffy episode "Hush," who butchered "Celebration." Both were told they were excellent and went to the next round.
Are people really so desperate for their 15 minutes that they actually can talk themselves into believing they can sing? Do these people not have friends who will tell them the truth? I admit, I sing in the shower at times and in my mind I'm on stage and adored by millions, but inevitably I hit that sour note, usually in the chorus, and come crashing back to reality.
I'm sure the show has protected itself against lawsuits from the contestants. I'm ashamed to say that I enjoyed watching some of the show. I figure they put themselves in the line of fire, so they shouldn't be surprised if they get shot. ... And in my shower this morning, I still sounded better than any of them. Rock on!
Some new sites I found this morning:
http://www.cicadaville.com (a parody site about the vicious cicada threat in Cincinnati)
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332375/ (the site for a new movie Saved, about a girl who gets pregnant at her Baptist school. Very Heather-esque comedy, I hear. For the recovering Baptists out there)