Jack Black's Face Alone Is Enough To Make The American Idol Audience Laugh
When you're sitting in the harsh blue light of the American Idol thunderdome during the fourth-hour of the interminable finale, the cartoonish swoop of that theme music constantly ringing in your ears, your throat hoarse from yelling every time the cameras switch back from commercial, your tired eyes only able to see Ryan Seacrest's capped teeth—an eerily iridescent white flash in the distance, it's probably very difficult to think. Your senses are pretty much stretched to their breaking points, and your active mind is no doubt quivering inside your skull like a bowl of useless Jello. You're running purely on impulse—and whatever the stage managers tell you to do: Applaud! Scream! Get excited!
