'America's Got Talent,' the rotten Big Apple
By Stone Martindale Jun 29, 2007, 0:26 GMT
Sharon Osbourne - © Glenn Harris / Photorazzi
I watched the latest AGT from Canada, and I was left feeling that there has to be more talent in NYC than the lovely Glamazons. The plus-sized divas were fun and sounded terrific, but they were the highlight of the show? That's sad.
There were the redneck Tenors, cute. Then there was a guy who could kiss his own arse, not cute.
The Las Vegas showdown is coming in the next two weeks.
The show actually makes me appalled at times to be an American, from all that I have watched.
AGT is nicer than Idol, and the Hoff is the sappy, sentimental comic relief. Piers is the voice of reason and Sharon is just Sharon, she can't help herself.
But week after week, the lack of any genuine, un-gimmicky talent on "America's Got Talent" becomes embarrassing at a point.
It has the fake facade feel of a Disneyland village, or a trip to Solvang, California in lieu of actually visiting Denmark, or experiencing Oktoberfest in San Marcos, Texas instead of Germany.
Close, can be fun at times, but not quite the real deal is it?
New York contestant "Lazy Legs" was cool to watch, but the heavy handed segment producers hammer you with his "overcoming" struggle as "Legs" interviews were set against the strains of song "I'll Stand By You." All the judges kept saying he was an "inspiration." Enough already.
The remaining episodes are being filmed in Las Vegas, where the fake Eiffel Tower, the fake Sphinx and the canals of fake Venice await the contestants that are close at times, but not quite as satisfying as a genuinely gifted contestant like Paul Potts of Britain's Got Talent.