We were promised two things about this final episode: a “shocking conclusion “and “the most controversial in Bachelor history.” Rather than recap this last step in the journey, I want to comment on how well the Evil Genius Producers (EGPs) kept their promises. As to the first, it was not fully delivered. Nothing is shocking... Continue Reading →
Night 1 of the 2-Night Finale was a LOT. And we've been promised another drama-filled night including supposedly a spoiler-proof After The Final Rose. I'm quickly summarizing moments from Monday night that got my attention with so much to look forward to. Can somebody explain the opening scene with Clayton and a church choir? Jessie... Continue Reading →
It was the second Nashville episode, and it felt like the producers ran out of good material to show us. Instead of airing good auditions by Idolists that I am sure that we will see later in the season, the producers gave us mostly unsatisfying filler of familiar Idol tropes: judges’ hijinx, cluelessly bad auditions,... Continue Reading →
Tonight’s episode started so nicely. All three girls genuinely like and care for each other even though they are all in love with and dating the same guy. Well, that couldn’t last. Enter Susie’s Spiral of Sorrow. Yes, there were dates. But they were essentially foils for Susie’s unraveling emotional state. The girl’s got rules... Continue Reading →
I’m actually going to recap this piece of trash. I will put in minimal effort, though. But I’m going to hate myself in the morning, anyway. So please tell me that you’ll love me tomorrow. [cue Carol King] Hour 1. [cue Selena Gomez Bad Liar] Yelling. Lots of yelling. Mean, angry, spiteful yelling. All directed... Continue Reading →
There she is. From tonight's auditions, I’ve got a solid handful of Idol hopefuls from Nashville that is worth watching, and none of them are a former Miss America (Betty Maxwell nee Cantrell, 2016). Here they are. Mike Parker. I liked the Chris Stapleton meets gospel singer vibe of his voice on Deana Carter’s Strawberry... Continue Reading →
What if I told you that four fathers from around the country – southern Virginia, Denver, Oklahoma City, and a mob boss from central Florida – would be introduced to the guy their daughters wanted to marry, and they all liked him? What if I told you that Clayton couldn’t directly answer direct questions about... Continue Reading →
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