Okay, so I totally agree how harsh it is to force kids who are all, ultimately, competing for one open spot, that being winner of American Idol, to sing in a group together where they can essentially have a hand in destroying someone else’s shot…but I have to admit that I did spend a little time thinking about some fun groupings after last night’s show…because, seriously, can you see “Crawling Off My Skin” guy, with Joplin Girl, Von Smith, Pole Dancer, and Norman? Yes, cruel, but why not just lump them all together in clusters and leave the normal people to duke it out more professionally? Okay, so Norman doesn’t deserve that fate…but the rest?
But no, tragically, we have other groupings entirely…equally horrific for but for entirely different reasons. I guess they are left to form their own teams, which, in and of itself is like the worst version of high school PE pick ‘em you could imagine. I know I’d get stuck with the last choice losers. I know this. So I felt for some of these people, I really did. Others? Not so much…you chose these people, deal with it!
Except for the group that ended up with…The Giggler. Tatiana. Wow, she didn’t get cut? For reals? It’s almost too much for anyone to bear, really. And then poor Rose gets stuck with Bikini Girl and her Sorority Sisters (Jasmine, really? I’m so disappointed in you. Choose better!)
On the other hand, Danny’s group is kicking A. Love them, rehearsin in the kitchen.
Tatiana OMG please! Go away. Could we just put her with Skin Crawley guy and watch them completely implode? Wow, with the crazy, already. I am never usually a fan of bus throwing under? But here….wow, I’ll drive the damn bus. Waaaaay too much time on the crazy. Dollops of crazy works well, sprinkled in amongst all these great singers we’re supposed to have. But..not so much with that tonight apparently.
The first group knocks it out of the park…and where have they been hiding those guys? All go through. Which, they have to know they can easily crank the numbers down just by eliminating the crazy. Then there was the Simon Edict - forget the words, you’re out. Which, if you were super confidant up to that point about remembering them, wouldn’t that just freak twist your brain out? Would mine.
This was followed by? The Forget The Lyrics and Sucky Groups montage. Which goes on. And on. Wow. Emily is gone and I can’t even feel sorry…remember the dang words! And shut up, Ryan Pinkston. (Norman makes it through, people. Come on. I’m just sayin! You can’t top that?) And, honestly, yes Simon can be trying, but at the same time….you’re the final 100 out of hundreds of thousands. GET IT RIGHT for gods sake. Sheesh. I’d be fed up, too. It’s a waste of time and someone else’s talent.
And then? Robert Downey Jr Jr comes and saves us all. With his group. I’m officially on that train. Wow, and then Oil Rig guy totally owns me, followed by squeeeee Adam freakshow Lambert (really, I have Freddy Mercury flashbacks, I can’t help it) so, things are finally looking up. Yes, yes, I know this is about to come to a crashing, flaming halt…so let me enjoy the pretty, people! Apparently we’re only going to get brief glimpses of actual talent tonight.
Time for the flames… Rose, Bikini Girl, Jasmine and whoever…and who sucks? Wow, it’s Rose. So…that’s a shame. Now if Joplin girl is out, we lose all the alt rock chicks in one fell swoop. This doesn’t bother me as much as it would have prior to this horror fest, but yikes…that was not good.
Can we bring back Adam and Oil Rig guy? Just sayin. I might have to fast backward and watch that again, just to bleach this out of my brain. And we haven’t even gotten to the real crazy yet. (Can we just cut them all now and skip the pain? No?) Yikes. And they put all that hot mess through???Tatiana, too? The hell? But at least bikini girl is out. Which seems like such little compensation right now. Because I seriously cannot watch another minute of screen time devoted to the Tatiana Freakshow. I’m sorry. The hell….. Crazy Crawly Nate is through, too. WHAT a waste of an hour that I can’t get back.
Aaaaand, we don’t get to see any more of the good? Really? So we get the trainwrecks, find out they cut The Osmond (who we don’t get to see perform) and the Baby Face Austin (who totally blew it) and….who the heck knows who else. In a montage of happy, we spy Joplin Jackie Tohn and Forest Creature Jason Castro’s brother are through, but wow, seriously, this was a chopped up mess of a show that focused on a handful of crazies for almost the whole hour. Yay. That’s entertainment right there. Balance, producers, balance. The crazies only work when you show us how good it could be. And more than just twice. What a huge - huge -disappointment. Show me some singers!
Cut from 104 to 75. Next week goes to 50….then the final 36 (gosh, do you think we’ll have even seen all their faces by then?) After that? We, the peeps, step in and have our say, until it’s down to the Big 12. Maybe by THEN we’ll actually know them. Maybe. Me? Not breath holding over here.
Come on, Top Chef….save me.
A humble Stephan? Am I in a parallel universe? Tatiana?? At least it was good to see it rattled his cage a little, seeing a good chef sent home. My Fabio love still runs strong. It scares me when they show all the backstory…usually that means Pack Your Knives time. But then…we never saw the Jeff backstory…so maybe the editors are getting craftier. I hope so. Cuz Fabio has used up all his lives. And I’m amazed at how much Carla and her Spirit Guides have grown on me. I want to eat at her place. Between her and Fabio…best commentaries ever. Hosea, on the other hand…down the ladder for me. And if Leah “What do you mean? This is me being excited.” doesn’t go home next…no words.
Ooooh, Eric Ripert. Mmm. Filleting tiny sardines? Not so mmm.
Loved Carla’s “seriously, move along” speech for Ripert. Very funny. What I love most about Ripert as a judge is how calmly he moves about and dispenses smiles and helpful advice. The man is ridiculously talented and yet quite willing to share his knowledge in an open, friendly manner. Love him. Plus, not hard to look at or listen to…which is never a bad thing.
So…I could do without the fillet show again. Ew! And the eels? Much eye averting here. I give credit to Hosea for hanging tough. There was no contest with Stephan, though. And Leah, you win round one then just give up? Wow. Attitude - F.
Now…wait… so they all go to La Bernadin, the beautiful and very pretty Eric Riperts restaurant for lunch. His cuisine is very basic, elegant, with complex flavors. Of alllllllll the chefs this season, who has been trumpeting that line ad nauseum? All together now? Jamie. Who is singularly unimpressed with this food? Yep. Jamie. What’s up with that? Everyone else is orgasmic (okay, Leah was only that way for Eric, big shock there) and Jaime’s all yeah, take it or leave it shrugs. Wow. Down a few rungs there. Not to mention confusing given your whole season of I’m all about simple, clean, seasonal flavors. Parallel universe again. Tatiana?? (Karma, of course, returns again, and when they find out they have to recreate the dishes…Jamie pulls the knife with her least favorite dish. Ah, the circle of life. )
We learn that Carla is from DC? How did I not know that? So I can eat at her place. Yay! (And Spike from previous season just opened a high end burger joint downtown, too. I have little love for Spike, but I hear the food is tremendous.)
Elimination Challenge: Stephan rocks it, Carla is good, Fabio is good (whew!) Hosea, not so much, Leah okay, and Jamie a complete failure. So….wow. I didn’t want Karma to take quite that big a bite because she’s a good chef and a real contender here…but, right now, that looks to be the way it’s going to go.
Toby, once again, overly assy. I am overly over him. Even Ripert gave him wide berth.
Judges Table: Top 3, as predicted, Carla, Fabio and Stephan. I predict Stephan takes it. Again. But deservedly so. He rocked it. Fantastic prize, too - gets to hang out in Ripert’s three Manhattan restaurants, then fly to the Food and Wine festival with him. Wow. Best prize, easily, so far. Leah, Jamie, Leah on the bottom. Jamie should probably go, but wow, soooooo close and yet still, Leah might stay around. To their credit, the judges actually seem to have a very fair and understanding discussion of the various failures and understanding that each chef went through in trying to reproduce something so difficult. At the end, I honestly didn’t know who would go home. Just who I want to go home. Bur no….yet another more talented, deserving makes a critical error slightly less egregrious than Leahs and goes home instead of her. Sigh. Very. Deep. Sigh. Bye, bye, Jamie.
Wow, the final five…at least I still have Carla and Fabio. I think Stephan is the clearest deserving winner and has been all along. And we can please for the love of smoked salmon get rid of Hosea and Leah and leave the others for a very entertaining and wonderful final three. Please.
Tomorrow I announce the winner of this weeks FREE STUFF, so check out Tuesday’s blog for the details. One last day to enter.
Good luck…and DISH! Favorite singer out of the so very very few we’ve met? What’s your dish on the Top Chef dishes?
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