Last night's episode of American Idol separated the man from the boys. Chris Daughtry (heretofore known as "Chad's Boyfriend") laid the smack down on the other 9 contestants with his version of Fuel's Hemorrhage.
(I love you.)
The other front running "favorite", Ace (heretofore known as "Flat") all but butchered that Daniel Beddingfield song that can only be sung by those whose testes have gone under the knife.
What kills me is that the three judges loved it. Nothing wrong with the performance. Will sail through to the next round. Blah, blah, blah. I have a problem with this. The AI trio never seems to hesitate to point out inconsistencies in pitch, tuning, etc. with other contestants who probably have no shot at making the finals. But they have a habit of literally turning a deaf ear to those who are favored.
Granted, I think Ace was just having a rough night. He's definitely got the entire package and will most likely make the finals even if he projectile vomited his contintental breakfast all over the stage.... He just has that look about him that gals and gays (the only ones who watch the show) love.
Just wish the judges would knock it off with the favoritism. (And I wish Paula would leave the strap-ons at home.)
Robbie over at The Malcontent has the Malcovision.