'American Idol' on the scene: Tears, hugs, pats on the butt, and gospel waves for Top 24 results night

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Since American Idol‘s sixth season, my comrades-in-arms and I have called Studio 36 at CBS Television City  “the Idoldome.” We meant the name both in the sense that the set felt like a futuristic, dome-like edifice of televised excess, and that by Idol‘s very nature, the set was home to a Thunderdome-esque bloodbath of youth, hope, ambition, and dreams. Each successive new Idol set has felt bigger, brighter, more Idoldome-y, to the point where last year’s set was quite literally an arena surrounded on all sides by a well-dressed throng ravenous for big-voiced high notes, a wave from Jennifer Lopez, and/or the sweet sweet tears of yet another victim kicked-off contestant.

But when I saw Idol‘s first live show on Tuesday night, the new set felt, like so much of season 11, just… off. It wasn’t until I stepped inside Studio 36 for Thursday night’s results show that I realized why: This new set is not the “Idoldome.” The snazzy curlicue runway and the corresponding swoopy embelishments on the ceiling pull the eye away from the center of the stage, not towards it. Instead of the shifting abstract shapes that would play on the TV monitors of Idol yore, the screens that surround the stage now feature soothing fields of undulating tall grass, or burbling champagne bubbles. And in person, watching that oval-shaped jumbo-screen restlessly divide and twist itself on a whim is totally adorable. Everything just feels more airy and open, less crowded and distracting. This is not an arena designed to serve up wannabe superstars for the public to devour and spit out. This is a stage that tries to get out of the way of whoever is performing on it whenever possible. It could easily work as the set of a slightly ostentatious late night talk show, not what amounts to pop-culture’s first step on the long road to the Hunger Games. It’s not the Idoldome. It’s the Idollounge.

This difference was no more acute than when Jen Hirsh, Jeremy Rosado, Brielle Von Hugel, DeAndre Brackensick, Erika Van Pelt, and Reed Grimm were called one by one to sing for a wild card spot on the show. Last year, in the Idoldome, these wildcard performances and the judges’ final choices for who to send through took on a rather hysterical energy. The singers seemed overwhelmed, the judges seemed frazzled, and the audience seemed maybe just a bit unhinged. This year, all that manic energy felt far more dialed down, and the result meant we could focus that much more on the contestants themselves. Or, at least, I felt much more dialed into Jeremy’s earnestness, Brielle’s desperate entitlement, and DeAndre’s hair.

My increasingly odd fixation on the new set may have been my biggest take-away from my time inside the Idollounge on Thursday night, but it was by no means the only one. There were oodles of fun/silly/sad behind-the-scenery to be had, from Heejun’s adorable bromance with Phil×2 to DeAndre’s gospel wave, from the swaypit’s boosterism for Eben Franckewitz to Skylar Laine’s inability to throw a small ball farther than five feet. Let us count the ways:

Swaybot recruitment Soon after I took my seat, a PA approached the two cute teenage boys sitting next to me and asked them to stand. So they did. Then she looked off into the middle distance, listening to some unseen Idol overlord through her headset. Then she indicated an empty spot in the far left nook of the swaypit and asked the boys if they’d like to move there. Being cute and teenage and boys, they looked at each other, shrugged, and said “why not.” And they were never seen again.

That man is proud of his caboose For as long as I’ve been covering Idol, Cory the Warm Up Guy has been pulling grown-ass men onto the stage to swing their hips and shake their keister to the audience’s delight. But I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a grown-ass man shake his keister with quite the same unabashed gusto as Phil Phillips, Sr.

Ryan’s audience plea Usually, the job of instructing the Idollounge on when and how loud to cheer — i.e. always, and fortissimo — has been left to Cory the Warm Up Guy. But about two minutes before the show began on Thursday, host Ryan Seacrest took to the stage to implore the audience to be forceful in how they expressed their feelings about the evening’s results. “We look for you for that energy,” he said with not much energy. As Ryan left the stage, he passed through the space between the guys’ and girls’ benches, and raised his hands for what I can only describe as an “air fist bump.”

So you think you can dance? Well, please don’t. In the first ad break, someone called out to Cory that he was excited to see Idol exec producer Nigel Lythgoe, who was perched as per usual in front of the judges’ table. This audience member explained he was planning on auditioning for Nigel’s other show, So You Think You Can Dance, this weekend in Los Angeles. Cory suggested this gentleman get on the stage and do his audition right then and there, but Nigel’s expression — let’s call it “befuddled contempt” — made it clear that would not be happening.

NEXT PAGE: Eben’s cheer squad, and Heejun’s physical affection for, well, everyone

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