Anyway, back to our lovebirds, Matt and Sarah. Turns out there was trouble in paradise for these kids. You see, Matt was kind of upset because Sarah had arrived in New York a month and a half before he did, and as a result she'd had the opportunity to experience a lot of things. I didn't really know what that meant -- threesomes? Quaaludes? Double-ended dildo parties? Nevertheless, Matt lightly complained that he was now being pegged the needy boyfriend. That's crazy. Why would he ever seem needy? Just because he's upset he wasn't with his girlfriend for SIX WEEKS and is jealous that she "experienced things"? Oh, the plight of Matt.
Well, Matt got up on stage first and sang a little "Dancing in the Streets," which was nice, except a) it's not from Grease, and b) his voice kind of sucked. However, since there seemed to be a serious Danny Zuko shortage, Matt managed to get a pass to the dancing round, which was kind of bullshit. Now the real question was whether or not Sarah could sing too. The answer: yes. She had the typical Broadway ingenue sound, and while I thought she was pretty good, David Ian sacked her with the less enthusiastic label of "Okay to good." Nevertheless, she made it through (as if NBC would tear apart the lovebirds at this early stage), and Matt, who's not needy at all, commented that this was a sign that "we're meant to be." I have a feeling he probably says that all the time. "Hey Sarah, you're wearing a coat today too? OUR LOVE IS DESTINY!"
Next up was a funky looking older woman named Joanne Rizzo. She was a fortysomething oddball from Brooklyn who looked like she probably spent a good amount of her adult life singing at cabarets off the strip in Atlantic City. She had a sunny attitude, and truth was that her voice wasn't that bad at all, but that whole age thing was a real problem. Still, that didn't stop Denise Van Outen for singing her praises backstage. Of course, Denise Van Outen sings everyone's praises backstage (and then she hugs them, making sure that her face always is pointed towards the camera). Anyway, the judges warmly rejected Joanne, with Jim being so kind as to tell her to buy a mirror. Ouch! That's the sort of insult that only a smiling, mustachioed man can make.
Our next hopeful was a nineteen year-old girl named Anna Marie. I thought she might be a total disaster, based on her messy, blonde and black hair, but she turned out to have a very good voice. It was strong and loud, and she wasn't afraid to belt every. single. note. However, David expressed concern that she didn't look like Sandy -- as opposed to all the others that did...
Luckily, Jim like Anna Marie, and since he had written the original Sandy, he pulled rank and ensured she got a pass to the next round. Of course, the only caveat was that she had to return the next day looking more wholesome and innocent (read: not a trampy slut).
Next up was Matt Nolan, a soccer player from Long Island who just so happened to have a closet penchant for Broadway. Yes, it already sounded like the setup for a silly '80s movie or the next special for Logo. Anyway, Matt was raised in a household that idolized the 1950s (a.k.a. his parents were never able to move on), and so this opportunity was really quite perfect for him. Unfortunately, he had never received an ounce of training (or personality) his entire life. That was okay though. He sang pretty well for the judges, and even though he had some bad notes towards the end, the judges were convinced they could polish him into a superstar. That and there were like only three Danny Zukos going to "Grease Academy"; so they really had no choice.
Not needing any polish at all was Austin Miller, a trained professional who already had a starring role in the touring production of Hairspray. Despite rocking a mid-'90s hairstyle, Austin managed to send hearts a flutter in the waiting room, with one girl calling him dreamy. The charm worked on stage too. Even though his voice sounded, um, piercing and annoying, his trained background won over the judges and he easily moved on to the next round.
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Comments (8)
"And who else is excited to see this done right tomorrow on Idol?"
Me. Bring on the Paula Show.
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1 of 8 | Posted by HoneyBunny
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Posted on January 15, 2007 2:07 PM
"It might have been a moderately amusing comment... if Transylvania were in Hungry. Which it's not." And it isn't even Hungary either. ;)
I'm still hoping that this show gets better. Hopefully the Grease Academy will provide some better drama.
Add me to the list of those excited for Idol just as long as that means that we get the live streams back. We get Katie and J-Unit back, right?
2 of 8 | Posted by mountain_girl
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Posted on January 15, 2007 2:19 PM
I had to watch this after reading the last recap. Wow. I gotta give Soccer Matt props for trying out even though he realizes he'll get his ass kicked by his jock buddies when he gets home, but what a box of rocks. Loved the Sarah storm-off, even though we all knew it was coming. I liked Rizzo, too bad they won't give her a shot a different role. Did anyone catch the Hungarian chick telling the camera how she had won some award for a show she did back home? Or did I hear it wrong? I'm thinking if you make it in Hungary, well, you're not going to make it any where.
P.S. B-Side, those are leggings, not leg warmers! Do you need a copy of Totally Awesome 80's Trivial Pursuit?
3 of 8 | Posted by tvaholic
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Posted on January 15, 2007 2:59 PM
"Double-ended dildo parties"....what sort of experiences are you having tvaholic?!
Good recap, lame show. Bring on the GODZILLA that is American Idol.
4 of 8 | Posted by MTV4ME
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Posted on January 15, 2007 5:13 PM
Umm...ok...just wondering why the dildo question was aimed at me. Have you been looking in my windows, MTV4ME?
5 of 8 | Posted by tvaholic
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Posted on January 16, 2007 9:43 AM
Hello. My name is Megan. No joke. And thank you for that tip on my fashion sense. I know its screwed up. And oh, I completely forgot they don't take big girls because...I WASN'T IN L.A. Maybe you need to understand that I am a real person, and don't give me that "Mary Catherine Gallagher" crap. I attend Talent Unlimited High School and MAJOR in Musical Theater. There is so much more that they recorded that they didn't show. You're recap is so flawed. You act like you know me. And as for the "wailing" I wasn't allowed to sing a musical theater song or showtunes in general. It was between "Sir Duke" and "I Could be in Love with Someone Like You".
And I wasn't cry because I got rejected. On stage I started to talk about my mom. She had recieved knee surgery two days earlier, and now, here she was, waiting around 11 hours to see just the producers, and I'm making her sit there. I felt like total crap making her wait that long, when she was on crutches. The judges seemed genuinely happy with me, and I saw the rejection that others faced, so why make it any different for me?
I'm not ranting to you specifically, but to make a recap and call me "fashion challenged", you try finding a nice outfit in size 16.
Okay, I feel better now.
And thank you for your critques. I know you are respected individual who thinks that these people don't have real lives.
6 of 8 | Posted by MusicalTheaterFreak
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Posted on January 16, 2007 5:25 PM
MusicalTheaterFreak, You were 16 and overwieght trying out for a Broadway musical. Of course they said no. I dont even think they are allowed to hire someone who's 16.
7 of 8 | Posted by EdHill
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Posted on January 17, 2007 12:50 PM
While they could hire someone who's 16 that would only open them up to all kinds of extra regulations. They'd have to watch how long she worked, have a tutor and child welfare hanging around. Way more trouble than it's worth. Broadway never hires kids unless they're doing something where short young looking adults won't work.
8 of 8 | Posted by zevonia
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Posted on January 18, 2007 9:56 AM