I’ll be glad when this series reaches the ‘boot camp’ stage so I don’t have to watch anymore. But until then, the auditions continue to mine a rich seam of the mentally ill and self-delusional.
First up: a salutary lesson in why you never dress your twins the same (we don’t)
Yes, they sing at funerals. I bet that sets the mood off nicely.
Next, the delightful Kelly, who’s going to be a star, and Simon Cowell will regret ever turning her down:
Never thought I’d say this, but I agree with Simon: her parents should have told her she can’t sing years ago, preferably along with giving her a good slap. They were probably to busy thinking ‘meal ticket’ when they should have been thinking ‘luncheon voucher’.
Will this misery ever end?
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What I ant to know is, why when the judges ask “Who in the charts today do you think you could be most like?”, the females always reply “Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, Celine Dion”?
1. There not in the charts anymore
2. Neither are the predictable 80’s/90’s power ballads you think the judges want to hear
Amen to that Pinksy. Mind you, if you have ever had the misfortune to visit any of the scuzzy estates these people crawl out of, this is the kind of music you will hear blasting out of the windows….
Simon was “very harsh”? I thought he showed remarkable restraint. She was by no means the worst I’ve heard, but once she went back in, with her father, all bets were off.