Now to Vonzell. Baby V’s knock-out punch was in stark contrast to Nadia’s listless jab, even though Vonzell sang a song that seriously needs to be retired, even from elevators and dental offices.
Nadia’s performance was technically fine, but fun? No. And not just because, as Simon feared, the song left the audience a little cold. Nadia is one of those people who, when she’s not beautiful, she’s ugly---I‘m speaking here of beauty in terms of an attractive performance, not physical appearance. There‘s no in-between with her. She seems to have put up a wall between us and her, walling off the attraction many used to feel to her performances.
Finally, Bo. I fretted after Week One that Bo’s performances might devolve into schtick for me. I was already afraid that a creeping sameness, sooner rather than later, would suck all the oxygen out of my enthusiasm for him. I’m still afraid, very afraid.
I also previously fretted that Bo’s performance of “Spinning Wheel”---regardless of its initial wow---didn’t wear well over the following days. I finally figured that out (without therapy). In one of those while-brushing-my-teeth moments, it occurred to me that Bo’s mouth-full-of-marbles singing and hair-swinging reminded me of Weird Al Yankovic’s parody, “Smells Like Nirvana.”
Trust me. Mental bytes of His Wierdness is not a file Bo wants associated with his in the collective brain.
The rest of the gang---Jessica, Anwar, Scott, Nikko and Anthony---either stunk up the joint or failed to distinguish themselves, although Anthony did look good in his chartreuse shirt and Clay Aiken fans, in the midst of their private drought, might have gotten a dribble of enjoyment out of Anthony’s growly “way you look tonight” line.
But the Hot Gainer? Classic Constantine, the classic pop star.