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Can’t wait for it to be over

May 18, 2009

by Kristen Miller

With it being the last and final week of “American Idol,” I know who the winner will be and nothing irritates me more.

Those of you who watch the reality singing contest, either love him or hate him – you know who I’m talking about, Adam Lambert.

I can’t say I’m much of a fan. Actually, I think I can be a little harsher than that. My ears bleed when I hear him sing.

The screaming and screeching sounds that come from his mouth are less than desirable, in my opinion.

Watching the show and listening to the judges, it’s obvious who they want to be the next American Idol.

I just think Adam belongs on a theater stage, not the radio, and if I happen to hear him on a station, I will be sure to change it.

I feel that, musically, Adam is two decades behind and that he could’ve been good had he been a lead singer of a hair band in the 1980s.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a good hair band from time to time. I just think that ship has sailed.

On last week’s show, Adam sang U2’s “One.” I would really like to know what Bono thought of that performance, because – you can probably guess – I wasn’t impressed.

After the show, I texted one of my girlfriends who watches the show, too, telling her how I really felt about Adam.

She texted back to me, “I love him” and “He’s going to win.”

Like I said earlier, you either love his singing or hate it.

I replied back to her that I knew he was going to win and that I didn’t like the thought of it.

Maybe it will be like last season, with David Archuleta unexpectedly taking the title when everyone thought David Cook would be the winner.

I just think Danny Gokey and Kris Allen have more potential of some day being on the top 40 list.

They are more my style of musicians, I guess.

Oh well. What will be, will be. I did my part and voted (several times) for the underdog; there isn’t much I can do except hope that the best man wins.

Becoming soft-hearted with age

I’ve come to realize that my heart must be softening – along with my stomach – with age because I never used to let graphic movies bother me as much as they do now.

Movies that I used to be able to disconnect my feelings from, I’m finding hit me at the heartstrings now, or are more than I can stomach.

I like all genres of movies except science fiction and horror movies. I’m more of a comedy, love story, action, and murder mystery movie buff.

But the crime and murder mystery movies that I’ve watched lately tend to be a little more graphic than my stomach can handle.

For example, the Diane Lane movie, “Untraceable,” had a little more torture than I was expecting to see, and I found myself covering my eyes like a little girl.

Recently, my girlfriend and I attempted to watch “Slumdog Millionaire,” but we had to leave the theatre 30 minutes in because it was hard for her to watch some of the first scenes.

But, now that I think about it, I wasn’t too disappointed we didn’t stay, nor have I rented the movie since then.

I also just watched the Angelina Jolie movie, “Changeling.” I was anticipating a heartfelt, true story about a mother in search of her kidnapped son.

That was somewhat the case, but I also found myself enraged with the corruption of the Los Angeles Police Department during the 1930s.

Also, I didn’t appreciate the graphics surrounding a real-life serial killer that was the subject of an investigation, nor the treatment of mental patients during that time.

Maybe I’m just starting to realize that a movie can be good without all the graphic details.

I guess I should just stick to the comedies and love stories since some of the movies – like “American Idol” – I can’t wait to be over.

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