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January 17, 2007
American Idol, Season 6, Episode 2
The hotness? The hotMESS. Mariah Carey inDEED.
Why is is that they build up the worst ones - like really build them up. And give them unsupportive husbands and little sons who make them cry... and the eyebrows. Poor thing...
Ok. I love these editors. Darwin, putting her number on her number over her braless boobs while her VO says "I'm trying out for American Idol because I think it's a great way to show off my talents" A novella. Really. WOW. WOW.
What's with the bring your dog to AI auditions crap?
That, Melissa, is a LOT OF TIGHTS (sic).
Blake Lewis, or BEAKER? Truly? (What's the mistaken identity theme in my life lately?) But his dad is my new hero. LOVE his dad.
LOVE the indian bro.sis. My favorites.
OW doesn't think so, but I'm pretty sure Nicholas is one, long, successful improv.
Love how they carried the locked left door through to Seattle.
"his jaw's not dropped! Shoot!"
"...one of those things that lives in the jungle, with those massive eyes... what do they called them... BUSH BABIES?"
Let me just say that if Simon called a black person a bush baby, the NAACP would be all over that. Or, as Cameron says, they would have edited it out, and we never would have known about it. So thank goodness Kenneth isn't black.
Jordan in the top 5.
Posted by nikl at January 17, 2007 08:22 PM
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