I had high hopes for tonight's episode for two reasons. One: Miami was likely to be entertaining, with plenty of hot chicks, bitchy queens and over-the-top divas. Two: I was under the impression that this was the last week of auditions. Well, one out of two ain't bad.
I have to admit that I was going off some stereotypes I had about the city of Miami, so the talent wasn't quite what I expected (except for the proliferation of good-looking women.) For instance, there was plenty of sadness to go around from people like Suzanne, the single mother, and Syesha, who convinced her father to talk about his brand-spanking-new sobriety on national television. I don't know who has more pressure on them–if Syesha doesn't make it to the finals, is Dad going to fall off the wagon? And if she does, is the pressure of being famously proud and clean going to get to him?
Stereotypically hot chicks are boring, however. Idol made its fat joke about Corliss and Brittany ("certainly enough to go around"), but those gals had infectious personalities and provided the first singalong part of the show. They were fun.
Not fun? Brandon Black, whose audition probably would have been hilarious for racist audiences on the vaudeville circuit.