Hollywood Week is my favorite part of Idol, because the sleep-deprived, mostly deluded big fish from teeny tiny ponds across the nation all get dumped into one tank. There is a lot of fish-on-fish violence, smack talk, ugly criers, mega divas of both genders. That’s all a given. But this year we also had ambulances, fainting and the classy, show-must-go-on-even-if-I-vomit moxie that lead one young woman to sing with a giant CLEAR (why clear, lord, why?) garbage bag in her lap. Which she uses to cack on camera.
That reminds me: Best Contestant Name: Deondre Brackensick [Read more...]