I have lamented on more than one occasion about the disaster that American Idol has become in recent years. I honestly have no idea how it’s even still a show, to be honest with you. The audition episodes–once near and dear to my heart–have lost all meaning and humor for me now. So imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to read that Harry Connick Jr. has signed on to be a judge and I instantly changed my opinion about watching. Because this:
Yeah, that’s right. I still pine over Justin Matisse from Hope Floats. It changed my life in 7th grade and I was never the same. Deal with it. He’s dreamy! And don’t even get me started on his stint as Grace’s husband Leo on Will & Grace. Oh, also, he’s really talented and patient and contestants actually might be able to learn from him. Crazy, huh?
After the ridiculous, over-the-top, big-hair-don’t-care, all aboard the Hot Mess Express disaster that was the Nicki Minaj/Mariah Carey season, I think it was in the best interest of the show (aka The Show That Will Never Die) to take a more tame approach this season. Harry Connick Jr. will join Jennifer Lopez (back again minus Steven Tyler and his funky feet) and Keith Urban on the judges’ panel. Randy Jackson finally said “Peace out, dawg” this year and is moving from mainstay judge to mentor this year. I’m assuming this is strictly for sanity purposes after last year. This year looks like it might just be scandal-free but still interesting. Say what?!
All I’m saying is I will probably tune in and give it a try when it comes back on in January. All bets are off if Harry doesn’t wear a cowboy hat at least once, though.