Previously on America's Got Talent, Eleisha went home. So aren't we done?
As we hang on the edge of our seats to learn the Wild Cards tonight, the only item of note from the preview montage is that the guy that the judges forced to dump his back-up girls is still being billed as with "The Serenades." Intrigue!
And then it's Wild Card time!
This was a solid pick. He was definitely talented and his ejection seemed premature, but I guess now we lose a little of that 'Last Magician Standing' buzz that the other guy had. And who could the next Wild Card be? Meltdown Kelly? (I'll spare you the screenshot this week). Darling Ciana? Badass guitar kid? Chima, fresh from Big Brother? SUSAN BOYLE?
Ugh, yeah, we all know how well dance teams do on this show. And isn't this one that LOST the dance-off in the Vegas Verdicts? To another dance team who's ALREADY BEEN ELIMINATED? If I want dancers, I'll go to SYTYCD or DWTS. Quit spreading yourself so thin to accommodate everyone, AGT.
So after the main titles, the inescapable Nick Cannon gives us the standard spiel and then introduces the judges for the ridiculous pro-wrestler-like intro that they get every week. Hey, did you guys hear about how Piers totally called Mariah Carey out for being a bitch about the lights and staging for her song two weeks ago? Do you think there's some bad blood between him and Cannon? Like maybe backstage Piers says things dryly to Nick and then Nick squints and makes a fist at Piers? Shit gets intense.
So Nick, with one of the only worthwhile things he's ever asked the judges, references the decision to vote Tony through and then asks Piers to bitch a little bit. Piers acknowledges that he's the smartest one on the panel and that it sucks going up against the Osbourne/Hasselhoff Alliance, but Sharon interrupts and basically argues affirmative action for the most varied acts. I definitely disagree that an untalented and different act should beat out a talented, mainstream act, but I guess Sharon's method will keep it interesting. David yammers about some stuff that makes me feel stupid just to recap, but the gist is he wants talent. Go figure.
First up tonight are the Footworkingz, and on my quest to eliminate all of the annoyingly modernly-named acts I'm afraid they must go. And they were only one letter away!
AGT replays the tape from that other dance group that was also from Chicago. David says they have the fastest footwork he's ever seen, so I guess that's how they're attempting to stand out from all the other dancers we don't remember. There's also minor drama as one of the dancers hurt his ankle at the previous night's rehearsal, so I guess that might put a damper on the whole "fast feet" thing.
They come out and despite the weird futuristic theme and atrocious yellow shoes, they actually produce a decent dance. Could this be the team that finally goes all the way and gets eliminated by the judges instead of America? They finish up the routine with some acrobatics to win the Acrodunk crowd and some line dancing to win the, uh, Texas Tenor crowd.
Piers says he's of two minds about them, cause everything's got to be a Dickens novel with these damn redcoats, but then he was just faking them out and he loves them. As a side note, isn't it great how there really is nothing derogatory that you can say about the British to cause public outrage? Piers is like my own little racial punching bag. Sharon agrees and David continues to try and work his name into everything. The guy that hurt himself says that he wasn't sure earlier, but the audience, the judges, and the Vicodin really got him pumped up.
Alright, time to get to the bottom of this Marcus AND the Serenades business. There's a montage of the judges forcing Marcus to dump his friends, and then we learn that his new Serenades are just random girls they picked up in the streets of LA. Who kept the name from the original group. Wow, that's not insulting at all.
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