Sky and Vladmir the "performance artists" are the most intriguing so far, because we seem to have caught them after their weekly Justice League meeting. Seriously, she's in this silver bikini thing and he's some sort of Russian cowboy, and I just feel like they both have very dark origins and now they heroically battle the forces of evil or something. But in any case, they do a lame fire dance that ends in Sky falling over and some concerned-looking security persons needlessly extinguishing the flaming batons. Sky and Vladmir are out, and woah, we're done with New York. Uh, ok, so New York just sucks.
Time for Chicago! More footage of random auditioners wandering around and sped-up footage of the audience filing in. We are now introduced to the forty-eight year old Moses, who frankly just looks kind of bored. He tells us he's the only known living person with his talent and we should never ever try it because it's dangerous. Kind of a cheap way to assure yourself uniqueness, I think. He tells the judges that he is about to blow their minds, but Piers has been fooled by Talent contestants one too many times. HOW? HOW WILL YOU BLOW OUR MINDS? he demands to know. SPEAK, DAMNIT. Moses tells us he can turn his feet around 180 degrees and walk on them, and when he does it it's just as weird/disgusting as you would think. They highlight of the act is the cut to Nick's super-concerned face, which delights me to no end. I also have to wonder here how Moses the foot-turner would sell out a Vegas performance with this "talent," and Piers voices my concern by voting no for the same reason.
Hasselhoff joins him by voting no, and that's it. Piers tells Sharon that he was "physically sick...literally," and it's always annoying when people tag "literally" to statements at random. Moses is left to slink away into the shadows, doomed to forever haunt the Chicago America's Got Talent 4 set. Nick Cannon walks out with his shoes on backwards like ONE MILLION YEARS after it would have been funny, and here cements himself as dead to me.
Onward to the obnoxiously-named FootworKINGz, a dance troupe composed of six twenty-something African-American men. Now, THESE guys know how to rock in a Post-Boyle world, and they give us their touching tale of fighting the violence and death of their inner-city neighborhoods with their dance. Race and age don't matter, they say, and then engage in some group prayer. Yeah, we get it, inspiration. They dance to a Black-Eyed Peas song from a few years back and I guess they're good, but what the hell do I know about dance? The producers want me to think they're good and shower me with crowd approval and very positive judge reaction shots, so fine, I'll bite, I loved them, just leave me alone. Sharon gives them a yes, but the Hoff wants to toy with them a little. It's good, but will people pay $75 to see it? But oh, what the hell, he's a sucker for Chicago and they're through to Round 2! The group freaks out and hugs a lot, which continues backstage.
Another montage of performers that we will never see again.
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Could anyone tell if the guy in the Micheal Cera picture was that one guy from a few seasons back on idol. (Kenneth?) The one that auditioned with the bush baby lookalike.
1 of 1 | Posted by tv freak | Posted on June 28, 2009 3:53 PM