As shockers go, Philip’s victory was up there with the sun rising in the morning. Either fix the voting or chase 132 million votes and end up with the same winner every year. It was obvious that Phillip was going to win when Ryan declined to mention how close the vote was. I’m sure it quite the slaughter. The much ballyhooed “Overseas Filipino votes” never made an impact, because the only real way to vote on Idol is via texting. Phoning in votes is for pikers, and since you couldn’t text votes from the Philippines, it was never going to be a factor.
The thing to understand about busy signals is that it doesn’t necessarily mean that the Idol switchboards are swamped — it can just as easily mean (and in many cases more likely) that your local switching station is swamped. People living in areas without large phone switching capacity will get more busies than people living in larger metropolitan areas. That’s why texting is the only real way to vote in the South. I’d gather that texts accounted for more than half of the 132 million votes cast, and most of those went to Phillip.
This is why the voting system is broken and why it will be WGWG winners until the show is cancelled. They really need to weigh what is more important — setting “World Records” for votes or make it possible for another type of singer to win. Many people picked Phillip to win from the first audition episode. It was that obvious.
Congratulations are still in order — at least Phillip deserved to win, unlike the half-asleep mouth breather Lee DeWyze who couldn’t hold a candle to Crystal. Speaking of which, here’s a very sobering article:
American Idol likes to promote the idea that they’re fulfilling dreams, but the truth is, the show is based on crushing them. It’s not really about talent — it’s about schadenfreude and exploitation.
Speaking of which, some of the lowlights from the finale:
Joshua biffed his split and then stumbled to the ground before getting up with assistance. So much for being the next James Brown.
Fantasia and Mantasia engaged in a screech off that was painful to listen to. Fanstasia looked like an Island of Dr. Moreau experiment to turn a sea lion into a humanoid. The song went on for so long that they just cut to commercial before it ended.
Chaka Khan showed up so wasted she had to be helped down the stairs. Then she proceeded to forget almost all of her lyrics and slurred whatever words she could remember. They could have just called Paula if that’s what they wanted.
I guess you’d have to be wasted to wear an outfit like that. That said, for a woman on the verge of 60, she was still in better shape than Fantasia.
The only highlight was the batshit insane rendition of And I’m Telling You by Jennifer Holliday. She absolutely annihilated that song and steamrolled over Jessica. That was the genuine article compared to the pale Jennifer Hudson imitation Jessica delivered.
The crazy faces were glorious. Now that’s how you do a stank face, Jessica.
The rest of the show was rather boring filler. I skipped over a lot of it.
Especially the Skylar-Reba duet. They should have just had a pig holler instead.