American Idol Finale Recap: Paul F. Tompkins Loves That It’s Over So Big
Well, this is it. Once more unto the breach, dear friends. The bloated, cynical, dull, avaricious breach. THIS. Is American Idol!
Ryan enthuses that last night’s performances garnered over 122 million votes. He elaborates that over the course of the season they'd racked up nearly “three-quarters of a billion [votes], enough for every man, woman, and child living in America.” Wow. When you put it like that, it seems like even more of a waste of time.
The judges are introduced for the final time. Randy is wearing a faux-tuxedo that looks like it’s made of supermarket sheet cake. J.Lo is dressed in something sparkly and nude-looking. Steven Tyler is dressed like the Bionic Woman. Scotty and Lauren enter, both attired in white, looking like they’re in a Grand Old Opry production of Logan’s Run. On big screens, we see thousands of people gathered at rallies in places close to the final two’s hometowns. I guess that feels good, right? When your hometown rally has an overflow section that’s the nearest major city?
Then top thirteen have returned! They kick it off by singing Lady Gaga’s “Born This Way.” The music starts, the girls strike a pose, just sassin’ it up like no one’s business, the music builds, and then the girls just stand there as the boys start singing off-camera. The camera eventually finds the dudes (I’m sure the half-dozen guys probably all decided to hit different marks from rehearsal, it’s their fault) and we see that everyone is dressed in white. White versions of the kind of stuff they’d usually be wearing. Only white. The effect is like they’re all dead and they’re in heaven or IS IT HELL? Ha! Did I scare you with my Twilight Zonery? Sorry. I must admit, this is the best group number of the entire season. They’re all singing in unison, no awkward harmonies, minimal choreography that they all seem to be handling just fine, and everybody looks terrific. Really. Oh, and did you know Stefano was in the top thirteen? He must have been, because he’s here now! It feels like the choice of “Born This Way” is Idol’s subliminal, reluctant admission that homosexuality exists. There are clearly many gay Idol viewers (not to mention contestants), but the only thing that comes close to an acknowledgement of gay life is the occasional self-targeting innuendo from Ryan.
More performing. James is back to sing with Judas Priest. I guess it’s better than having to watch these two elements separately. I wish I could combine more things I don’t care for into the same time frame. Could someone set up a DMV inside an airport? As I watch everyone lumber through this museum piece, my thoughts turn to the huge swath of dirtbags across America who have been Priest’s most hard-core fans, the ones who have just finally made their peace with Rob Halford coming out, only to see their favorite band appear on the most un-metal show on television. Sorry, guys. First you lose Dio, and now this. So, back to the song. It has turned into a medley. Come on, now this is just being selfish. It ends with pyrotechnics and a truly unexciting cutaway to a corner where something just happened a second ago, aw, you missed it.
