Back to the loch with you, Nessie.
Let me get one thing straight, in case this is the first review you have ever read of The Curmudgeon's (read them all, you'll love them). The Curmudgeon HATES reality television. Reality TV in its own space is bad enough, but when it starts clogging up the charts and MTV etc then that's just the first sign of the apocolypse.
So, Pop Idol/American Idol then. I'm from the UK, so we get the former. And you really have to sit and think of the difference between the two winners.
American Idol gets Kelly Clarkston - good pop songs and hotter than Johnny Storm in a bad mood. We get Michelle McManus, with dire ballads, the size of a house and teeth that would make Golum blush. Thanks a lot, guys.
Dunno if you know this, but this dire attempt at a sympathy vote scored one hit, the obligatory "number one after winning" single, had another single that flopped, and was promptly dropped off the side of the universe, never to be seen again.
Well, not quite. She re-appeared a few months back, in another reality show tackling her weight as she tried to lose a few tonne (kind of rips apart her "I'm happy with my image" rants from when she first appeared). Highlight of the show, and a boot right in the face of Michelle's dignity? When the doctor analysed and criticised Michelle's huge, steaming TURD - on national television. And I really wish I was making that up.
A new low for television, then, and about as low as you can go for big Michelle. I think suicide can only be an improvement now.
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