From: Shonda
Date: Tue Apr 8, 2003 9:51:37 PM America/Los_Angeles
To: Sandie
Subject: Icebergs and Endless Love
All I have to say is HALLELUJAH! At last, a decent theme choice. #1 Hits was great. And the joy of seeing Lionel Richie! It's been so long that he is officially cool again. Okay, yes, I admit to loving his song "Hello" and (I know you can attest to this, Sandie) to singing "Endless Love" over and over and over in my howling wail of a voice until I am sure my parents considered either muzzling me or kicking me out of the house. I was especially glad to see that Lionel had lost the Jheri Curl and was sporting a decent 'do (unlike our dear Verdine).
With only eight performances, the show went by really quick. That's because most of the dead wood (ie, Julia the hairdresser) is gone; we now suffer through fewer painful renditions of our favorite songs. However, there's still a few bits of moldy old dead wood sticking around...
Here's the breakdown
Clay -- was good. Not great. But good. Geek that I am, I downloaded video of his very first audition for the show and I was struck by HOW MUCH WORK went into making him over. Because he was super scrawny and ugly before the stylists got their hands on him! Whoo! I wasn't that into him tonight but I do not worry about him because we all know he'll make it to the final two. The boy has lungs and can SANG. Can I get an amen?
Kimberley Locke -- Word to the AI stylist: YOU SHOULD BE FIRED! My dear Kimmie was once again sporting the straight hair (aka Fat Head) and too tight clothes (aka Visible Back Fat and Thunder Thighs) that mark the stylist's blatant disregard for the fashion needs of the larger woman. It is WRONG to dress Kimmie in a tight shirt and tight pants. It is WRONG to make her go on stage before millions of people looking like she just stepped out of the local K-Mart. It is WRONG to make her look cow-like when she is so beautiful. There is nothing wrong with being large. There is something wrong with dressing her like a barge. That said, my girl was FABULOUS! I love Kimmie. So much so that if I ever get married, I'm going to kidnap her to sing at my wedding. I mean, she did "You jump, I jump, remember?/I'm the KING of the world!/Jack, I'm flying!" total justice.
(Is it just me or does that really bad but moving film stay with everyone so much that you find yourselves mumbling in a thick accent, "ICEBERG! Right ahead!" or "Gentlemen, it was an honor playing with you this evening" all the time? It's just me, isn't it? I'm a big huge loser geek, aren't I?)
Rickey -- The Afro, the bad song, the disco nightmare...all is forgiven as Hercules busted out tonight with a FLAWLESS performance of my song "Endless Love". The boy is good. Better than almost anyone out there. I just wish he would find a personality because he gets easily lost in the shuffle. Hopefully, people will do him justice and he will make it through to another week. I didn't even mind the weird hat.
Josh -- Whatever. He's still a fat head. He still makes weird faces when he sings. He still is an embarrassment to the United States Marine Corps as his brothers are fighting to stay alive and he's fighting to be an Idol. And he still thinks this show is called "Nashville Stars." He needs to take a walk over to TNT where he belongs.
Kim Lite -- Okay, I'll admit that she was good tonight. None of the judges liked her. But for the first time since she's been on the show, I actually heard her sing instead of shriek. And she wasn't dressed like a whore for once. HOWEVER, she still wasn't better than ANYONE else. Except for...
Carmen -- Blondie is spinning in her grave. What? You say Blondie isn't dead? Oh, yes she is! Carmen's performance killed her! GO HOME, CARMEN! GO BACK TO HIGH SCHOOL! GO BACK TO THE MADRIGALS! GET OFF MY TV SCREEN! STOP THE MADNESS!
Trenyce -- I know that most of the public hates her because her name is LaShundra and she got caught shoplifting. But Trenyce is good. Trenyce is great. All hail Trenyce! She is a diva, yes. But she's a WORTHY DIVA! America needs to RECOGNIZE!
Plus, she was wearing a KICK ASS outfit.
And last but never least...
RUUUUUUUBEEEEEEN -- There are no words. Okay, there are words. But I have said them all before. This man is a throw my panties-scream and swoon-stalk and hold hostage until the police bust in and lock my crazy butt in jail-STAR! He could sing the PHONE book. Hell, he could sing Backstreet Boys songs. He could EAT the Backstreet Boys. And still, I would love him.
Ruben-n-Shonda.
TLA.
4Ever
S.W.A.K.
You jump, I jump. Remember, Ruben?
My love. There's only you in my life. The only thing that's right. My first love...