The Finale
I think American Idol is the new Miss America – it’s just all the talent competition. Or maybe it’s Oscar Night. But less boring.
Androgyny Idol
But let’s discuss the boys of Idol Season 7. Mostly forgettable, to be sure. But so many ladyboys! And so many girlymen. I’m not just talking sexual orientation.
Old News
Oscar who? Once the Academy has strutted its stuff, once we’ve seen the outfits, the frozen faces, the sore losers, the passed over, what’s really left to discuss?
Oscar Talk
The Academy Awards has lost its spark. Not that this is news to anyone, but it’s sort of sad nonetheless. Will I still tune in? OF COURSE! But I’ll be bracing myself for the inevitable disappointment.
Hey Jude
Ladies and Gents, I bring you the First Annual Mother of All Mavens, Not-even-close-to-the-red-carpet, All-singin’, All-dancin’ Revue Review.
AKA the who’s nice, who’s rude, and who’s loaded with tude report. With a slice of cinema on the side.
The Devil Wears Patricia Field
It’s the perfect summer flick. And not just a chick flick either. Boys, don’t be afraid: the cinema was packed with your kind. It was actually kinda weird how many men were there. Straight men. Maybe they came to pick up women. Or maybe they were out to revel in their true metrosexuality. Whatever, they enjoyed it too.
The Finale
I think American Idol is the new Miss America – it’s just all the talent competition. Or maybe it’s Oscar Night. But less boring.