I've finally had enough of the X Factor, and its no suprise that it's coincided with the departure of Diana Vickers. Last nights show was bland, predictable, boring, and full of vomit enducing close ups of peoples salty tears as they explained how much they "wanted it," and just how hard they'd "worked," to get here.
The judges bleet about how this is a "talent" contest, but when it boils down to it, the public are more interested in who can shed the most tears and act like the biggest muppet. First there was the inexplicable success of Daniel Evans, who, although seemingly a throuougly nice guy, couldn't sing for his supper, yet was kept on week after week. We can only imagine because of his 'hearbreaking' tale of love lost.
Next theres Alexandra (Leona Lewis) her mum needs a kindey op don't you know! She is a great singer, but haven't we been here before? What does she offer the market that Leona doesn't already own. Her songs bore the life out of me, and when i see the judges giving her a standing O' i want to launch my fish supper at the tele.
Next theres the living foetus Oweighn Quigges, who looks like an adorable high school kid who's been smacked in the face with a spade and then had his hair tied to a ceeling fan... oh... and he can't sing!
JLS seem to be totally genuine guys, but their vocals are terribly weak, having said that i hope they win, just so i can see Louis Walsh wet himself.
Granted Diana was poor the last couple of weeks, and looking back at her best bits last night i couldnt believe just how far she's fallen since her excellent performances in boot camp; the pressure got to her, and Cheryl Cole tried to Iron any sort of quirk she had flat by dressing her up as Avil Lavigne.
The final is going to be a drab affair full of Alex's "big voice" EOughing's "big fun" and JLS's "Big Performances. Excuse me while i fall asleep.
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