Sassafrass and VaudevillianVeteran Review: The X-Factor
Yes, this is another doubles review as the last one went quite well, don?t you agree?
Again, any TL;DR posts shall be reported. M?kay?
Well now. The X-Factor. A TV talent show that was formerly known as Pop Idol. A TV show that, like Big Brother, spawned numerous spin offs in several countries over the world and probably has its own version somewhere in space where aliens try to appease an alien ego maniac with his waistband around his nipples.
This is what I think of the X-Factor. ?Oh, alright, I?ll give it a fair chance.
Let?s start this review of with the format of the show, how they pick the contestants and weed out the poorer ones, etc etc. It?s actually a simple and entertaining format, if a little cringe worthy and annoying due to the MASSIVE, and I shall reiterate that point again, MASSIVE amount of ego tripping the judges and even some of the contestants seem to do. The show and judges travel from city to city, auditioning people who
have little to no talent at ALL! turn up and believe they can be the next big thing. The producers of the show then pick the ones they deem good enough to stand in front of the judges. They then go into a small room with the four judges, or as of 2009, go onto a stage in front of 2000 people and the judges and sing their hearts out, hoping against hope they shall be liked by at least three of the four judges, who will either say yes or no. 3 Yes? gets them onto the next round, which is Boot Camp.
Sadly, it?s not that kind of Boot Camp. Shame, really.
The Boot Camp. Which either takes place in a hotel or a small studio, away from the nasty shouting people dressed in army fatigues. Which would make for a better show but anyway! It is here, in the confines of a building of which no one actually knows about, the people that have been picked for Boot Camp sing to a judge and at times, a special guest from the world of music to judge them and give them tips on their performance. After they have done this, they then move it to the judges houses where they cut down the number of contestants to 12 from a number which is higher then twelve but less then 24 but around an even number. I think. It may have changed since I last watched this.
*Sighs* If only they did that to the axed contestants faces...
After this stage, we move on to the live shows!
/ wrists HUZZAH!!! Now, the live shows serve the purpose of letting you, yes you[footnote] *Points at the
smuck reading this reader*[/footnote] vote off the person they don?t like. And before I forget to mention, each of the four judges, who shall be named later on in the review, have taken control of a certain group of people. This tend to be done on age difference, gender and whether or not they are in groups or not. But anyway! Enough of the trivial stuff. These shows tend to be done every Saturday night and run for two hours. Here, the lucky contestants sing in front of the judges, who are now only there for criticism purposes, the live studio audience and about 15 million people in the UK who watche and then phone a number
which puts money straight in Cowell?s wallet to vote for their favourite act and the one they wish to save from obscurity.