‘X-Factor’…Now The ‘F-Factor’
Something has happened to me. Suddenly, ‘X-Factor’ has lost me.
Just weeks ago, I was enthralled. Now I’m disinterested!
I was mesmerized by the audition process of the new hit Fox talent competition. I felt it fresh, glossy, and innovative.
But that was then. Ever since the live shows have kicked off, I’ve found myself unable to tolerate the incessant grand-standing. It’s almost nauseatingly bad. And for me it has a lot to do with judge Nicole Sherzinger. I loved her as a Pussycat Doll, but as a talent mentor? She’s either condescendingly annoying or annoyingly condescending. I’ve yet to decide which. She’s a beautiful girl, a humble singer whom I once sat with on the floor of a meeting room in Borgata. But Sherzinger’s ‘X-Factor’ personna has turned her cold and unfriendly. If she calls a contestant ‘honey’ one more time I’ll vomit I swear.
The song choices are bad, I’m pretty sure some of the performances are being lip-synched, and its all just turned to cheese. I couldn’t even stomach a run through on my DVR last night. I just deleted it and went to ‘Iron Chef’ reruns on Food Network.
Because, who cares? Really, who cares? Because I don’t. But good luck to the winner.