Wrapped in a similiar package to American Idol but flashier production values, we settled in last night to watch the premiere of Simon Cowell's The X Factor. I guess winning the approval of the panel on the X Factor is a better career builder than going to school, studying for years doing all the small parts until the moment a real opportunity arises to shine. The contestant who practiced alone and unknown in her bathroom and cried when the judges drenched her in praise seemed like a distinct anomaly, but whatever.
It was fun to see Simon Cowell on camera again- clearly happy that "his competition" boasts the biggest prize. For once, Simon didn't seem as brutal as one of his fellow judges,
L.A. Reid who might be more savvy about pop singers than Simon. When Reid gave his approval- you felt this contestant must have some talent. Anyways, let's see if this becomes a cultural staple around here. I might be done with all hype, heart wrenching back stories and flashing graphics. Spending an evening reading a good book seems like a much more appealing idea.
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