Film and TV

Idol Beat: No Longer A Man's Man's Man's World

I realized last night I've been writing about this damn show for nigh on three months now without making the obligatory comment about the size of Jennifer Lopez's ass. So here it is: During the introductions to this week's elimination show, I could swear her derriere started turning around a full two seconds before her torso did.

Okay, enough of that. On to the elimination. Eight contestants enter, seven contestants leave. But in the end, there can be only one.

That also fulfills my '80s geek joke quotient for the night. I didn't really see Paul's kick to the curb coming this early, though I knew it was coming. It'll call for a slight re-jiggering of my calculations, but I'm up to the task.

The show started with a pair of duets. Do you think any of the other contestants are as annoyed as the rest of humanity is by the way Scotty holds his microphone? He grasps it like the Queen Mother holding a teacup, which can't be very "country."

Oh, and way to push the envelope by having him and Lauren sing a frigging Lady Antebellum song. If the contest parameters were solely defined by how well one performs variations of the same song over and over again, Scotty would have won this weeks ago.

As it is, he still might, though I don't want to think about that just yet.

There's a joke to be made about putting four American Idol hopefuls in zombie make-up for the requisite weekly Ford "music video," but I'm too tired to make it. Maybe something like "When there's no more room in Hollywood, the hacks will walk the earth."

Or how about, "They came for the brains of Idol voters, but were sorely disappointed?"

Next, Casey and Haley presented their jazz duet. Talk about two opposite trajectories passing each other. Haley actually seems stronger every episode, while I don't think Beardo ever recovered from almost going home. It's an interesting experiment, but Haley's still trouble simply because of her sex, and because the hordes of vapid teenage voters still view Lauren as the non-threatening/sister type.

Sure enough, Haley is the only member of that first cluster sent to the bottom three. Aside from this season's gender handicap, voters may finally have grown tired of her constant flirtations with Steven Tyler. Or sickened by them.

Rob Reiner came out next to talk about movies, and everyone does their best to convince us they've been watching his films all their life (only James' professed love of This is Spinal Tap rings true).

That's followed by Kelly Clarkson and Jason Aldean performing "Don't You Wanna Stay." I'll say this for Clarkson, her mild shit-talking with Seacrest was the closest the show's come to honest banter in weeks.

And "Since U Been Gone" is a good song. Yeah, I said it.

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Peter Vonder Haar writes movie reviews for the Houston Press and the occasional book. The first three novels in the "Clarke & Clarke Mysteries" - Lucky Town, Point Blank, and Empty Sky - are out now.
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