AJ is a floor director for HLN's "Morning Express with Robin Meade". She has been obsessed with this season of Idol, and takes notes to share with the Morning Express writers and producers. The opinions below are AJ’s alone and do not necessarily reflect those of the staff of "Morning Express with Robin Meade" or HLN. These are her impressions of last night:
American Idol Top 8
Last night, Idol took it to the movies with some iconic songs from film, or as Ryan would say, cinema. We can’t all be fancy like Ryan. Or Paul, for that matter, who continues to outdress The Most Beautiful Woman in the World with his flower power suit and matching shiny red ascot. Risky Business indeed! But I digress. The brightest performers of the night seemed to be the ones who stuck to their guns against criticism from an Idol guru team that was suddenly all business:
BEST: Like Casey Abrams, for whom Jimy Iovine had strong words of discouragement for his attempt at Nat King Cole’s Nature Boy. Casey soldiered on anyway, took his bass for a walk, laid down some great vocal improvisation and even woke Steven Tyler up (I’m confident he has an assistant poke him with a stick after the commercial break). Casey, like many of the other contestants, was in sterling voice and nearly teared up when Randy compared him to the likes of Norah Jones and Charles Mingus. James Durbin was a close second, also working against Master Iovine’s suggestion and turning in a crazy Heavy Metal performance with legendary guitarist Zakk Wylde. Did anyone else find it hilarious to see these two gigantic men completely dwarf poor Seacrest? Where are those platform shoes when you need them?
WORST: Once again, worse is a…relative term. Stefano Langone give the audience free tickets to his gun show – who knew??? – but his actual performance was just eh. Probably not a great idea to sing a song called "End of the Road", but homeboy gets all poetic on us cause, like, it’s not the end of the road, it’s the beginning. Oh, like a Boomerang (the movie his song was from)! The man is a genius. But he is also boring. And with a field as talented as this one, you can’t afford to skimp on any level.
With that, I predict Stefano, Paul and Haley (keep the Idol girls alive!) in the bottom three. It could be anyone though, right? We might as well write the singers names on ping-pong balls and roll them around in a big lottery cage. Where they stop, nobody knows!
So who made your liver quiver (to steal a phrase from Robin)? Who would you send packing?