I fear American Idol has lost its spark. A spark named Sanjaya.
I’m not entirely sure if I’m looking forward to this week’s Idol sans the much disputed wacky-mopped contestant. Sure his crooning sounded more like whispery nothings, but the point is he kept trying. And what’s Idol if not a sweet but desperately determined attempt by young nobodies to grab their 15-minutes of greatness?
C’mon, watching sweet Sanjaya was endearing. Wasn’t Diana Ross who called him ‘love’? Wasn’t he the first contestant to make a somewhat hysterical 12-year-old bawl her eyes out? He was, and will remain the only contestant of Idol that wows, not because of his singing ability, which is as he proved is not key to this competition, but his sheer shameless bravado. He didn’t care that his voice sounded like a permanent case of laryngitis or that most of the continent ridiculed his weird dos, lanky awkwardness and seemingly impenetrable smile; even with Cowell was frying him on stage he flashed those pearly whites and brushed it off. And hey, it worked.
Sanjaya was and will remain the embodiment of a true American pop star – talent-light, kinda cute, with that cool Madonna transform-y factor. He latched on to the American audiences need for a running motif, presented it immaculately from the ‘ponyhawk’ to his boy-bandish make-the-girls-cry charm and made it to the top ten. I believe there’s a tour of some sort awaiting him this summer, and perhaps an album somewhere down the line. I mean if William Hung got a record, just about anyone can – and count Mr. Malakar in.
It will, no doubt, be a tough week on Idol. I don’t know how much longer I can stand to watch Melinda suck the spontaneity out of the show. Her voice is top-notch, but she curbs the element of ‘surprise’ – in some circles, also referred to as ‘Sanjaya’.
B-Rate for a little Boring.
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