Tuesday, 30 November 2010

The X Factor shames us all

Excuse me being the gorilla in the room, but how can anyone feel comfortable watching manufactured pop lightweights Dannii Minogue and Cheryl Cole dishing out advice on singing to anyone?

Let alone to the moron fodder contestants of the X Factor!

According to press reports Cheryl is to get megabucks to appear as a judge on the American version of the show.

I doubt if the Yanks will be able to understand her. We Brits struggle, but then again Chezza never says anything profound so what does it matter?

The X Factor makes me wish I’d had an en-suite vomitarium fitted into my house when I had the place refurbished a while ago.

Everything about this overblown karaoke contest is disgusting … the way it exploits the sad dreams of pop stardom in young people; the way it showcases mental and emotional disorders for the sake of chasing poxy TV ratings; the way the real story of the X Factor – as revealed in mean-spirited back-stage shenanigans – is kept out of the show itself and left to the popular press to expose.

Come to think, the symbiotic relationship between the show and the popular press works to cream money off all the dim people watching at home and buying rubbish papers.

And don’t even get me started on all the overproduction, technologically enhanced vocals and the silly dancing that goes on to distract from the paucity of talent on the show.

X Factor. It shames our country. Let the Americans have it.