What a long, strange trip it's been, Internet. We've all grown so close, learned so much about each other, and really explored our feelings. Together. And now, finally, a chance to reminisce about things you forgot you remembered. For the low-attention span-havers in our midsts, a quick breakdown: The judges complained, old randos performed, and now there are four. But! Let's not get ahead of ourselves in recapping this week's most bloated results show. Instead, let us wistfully waltz together down the path of least persistence. Bring your fancy hat!
The judges forgot to put on their big kid pants today (well, everyone except Cee Lo, natch) and were somehow either a.) surprised, or b.) not happy that they had to numerically grade their performers this evening. Regardless, Carson kept our Petulant Baby Choir on task, but not without a few "this sucks," "everything is crappy," "I don't want to choose"-type rants thrown in for good measure. The judges know what America wants, and that is the slow, painful regurgitation of grievances while getting paid many pennies to make a few choices. “I'm very uncomfortable and it is very awkward,” says Cee Lo, and we have to agree.
Contractually obligated relevancy night has arrived! At long last! Because when you're waiting for the fate of these singers to be announced, a lot of song and dance featuring last year's top four is way more interesting. Who are these people again?
Even our darling, figurative Clarence St. Clair is fed up. When it came time to design the set for Dia Frampton's “Don't Kick the Chair” segment, he is enraged by the sheer inanity of it all and throws every chair in the studio onto the stage. “Brilliant!” the producers shouted. And it stayed. It's so subversive and counterintuitive, you see, because the song is about chairs. Oh yeah, Kid Cudi was there, too. Woo.
NEXT: Team Christina turns into an army of oneI know you guys don't know this about me, but my favorite part of this show is definitely when we talk to President of the World nominee Christina Milian, for sure. She really knows how to talk social media in her role of social media correspondent. Look at her interviewing the yearbook photos of old The Voice contestants and not once mentioning social media! She is nothing if not consistent.
We've entered the thunderdome, or at least Christina has, because girlfriend is channeling some serious Aunty Entity business right now. (I hope that means Carson is Mad Max.) Poor, dear, sweet, too-nice-for-her-own-good Lindsey let the blind woman do her make-up again and now she has purple eyebrows and streaks of pastel in her hairline. It looks like she got crayon'd by a four year old. We don't need another hero — we just need a real make-up artist, you guys! Christina doles out her points with an even 50/50 split for Chris and Lindsey, and let's just say it together, America: WHAT A COP OUT.
Chris Mann wins out with America's votes! Sorry, Lindsey. Moms: can't beat 'em!
NEXT: Cee Lo Green as Al CaponeAmerica: Cee Lo looks like a 1920s Chicago mobster hiding a family of four (kittens) in that suit. Talk about a zoo suit riot. As for the performance with Vicci Martinez: I think I just experienced a three-minute coma. Where am I? Who am I? What just happened on that stage that bored me into a coma? Why do I care about this again?
Up next is the complete nail-biter elimination: Team Adam. At this point I go get a snack because, duh, America. You are so easy to read, you are like a book. A picture book with one page, and the only image on that page is a giant sparkly heart with Tony Lucca's face in the middle. “It's not so much about winning The Voice,” explains Adam Levine, millionaire rock star who doesn't have to worry about heading back to a life of red staplers and obscurity. Right, because no one actually comes on these shows to win. Winning is for losers! Har har har. Adam's point split is 60/40 for Tony, explaining that while Blake is wearing is letterman's jacket, Tony is the bro he wouldn't mind copping a feel with out behind the bleachers at the middle school. Tee-hee! Adam is already consoling Katrina for her loss that hasn't been announced yet. You can't prevent the future; sorry Katrina.
...And then in the biggest upset in The Voice history... Katrina actually takes the crowd vote! Ha ha ha, sorry! Just kidding guys. You didn't believe that line did you? You didn't, and if Carson had said it, she wouldn't have believed it either. As shocking as when the sun comes up in the morning, Tony Lucca takes the rose America has grown, gilded in gold, and thrown at him to become Adam's finalist.
NEXT: A bunch of performances nobody cares aboutIn between leading UN discussions regarding malaria and world hunger, Christina Milian checks in to wish Erin Willett a birthday. And oh look! A cupcake.
Cyndi Lauper & Beverly McClellan are up next and this show is only halfway through. Cyndi Lauper is such a head queen goddess boss lady that Beverly doesn't even get the option of performing a song of her own. Burn, Bev. It's Cyndi's way or the highway, y'all. Too bad they both sounded like children trying to sing a song whilst jumping on a trampoline.
Not to be outdone, Javier Colon mediocritizes us to sleep with “A Drop in the Ocean,” which sounds like every single song the sensitive dudes in college used to sing out on the quad. They're actually forming a class-action lawsuit for stealing their collective identity. This guy won the show last year?
In another act of logistical wienerdom, Blake splits his votes 50/50 between Erin and Jermaine, which is probably the most pointless thing to do on this show. Happy birthday to you, Erin Willett, now get off the stage! Let's blame Christina Milian. It was probably her idea.
NEXT: The wondertwins severedNow it's time for Cee Lo's team. See, if Cee Lo was ever the one laying down all those whines about it being the worst to have to eliminate someone, I would believe him, because it is a scientific fact that his team is far superior to anyone else on this show. Cee Lo keeps it real, though, and gives America a serious dose of the Real Talk: He has the two strongest contestants on the show. (Also the cryingest.) Cee Lo, always the consummate professional, split his votes 60/40 to Juliet. He throws some light shade at Christina and Blake for their 50/50 business, and I suddenly feel overcome with an urge to act as if I'm in a Baptist church on Sunday. Preach it, Cee Lo!
Thankfully, my future BFF Juliet Simms is in the finals, which is perfect timing because our “Best Friends Forever” necklaces are nearly finished. She can wear it during the finale on Monday!
What do you think about America's decisions? Are you happy with the final four? Would you do anything different if you were a judge? Do you think Juliet Simms and my BFF necklaces should be chartreuse or cerulean? Internet, we need your opinions, and we need them now! Comment away below, my dudes.
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Last year director Garry Marshall hit upon a devilishly canny approach to the romantic comedy. A more polished refinement of Hal Needham’s experimental Cannonball Run method it called for assembling a gaggle of famous faces from across the demographic spectrum and pairing them with a shallow day-in-the-life narrative packed with gobs of gooey sentiment. A cynical strategy to be sure but one that paid handsome dividends: Valentine’s Day earned over $56 million in its opening weekend surpassing even the rosiest of forecasts. Buoyed by the success Marshall and his screenwriter Katherine Fugate hastily retreated to the bowels of Hades to apply their lucrative formula to another holiday historically steeped in romantic significance and New Year’s Eve was born.
Set in Manhattan on the last day of the year New Year’s Eve crams together a dozen or so canned scenarios into one bloated barely coherent mass of cliches. As before Marshall’s recruited an impressive ensemble of minions to do his unholy bidding including Oscar winners Hilary Swank Halle Berry and Robert De Niro the latter luxuriating in a role that didn’t require him to get out of bed. High School Musical’s Zac Efron is paired up with ‘80s icon Michelle Pfeiffer – giving teenage girls and their fathers something to bond over – while Glee’s Lea Michele meets cute with a pajama-clad Ashton Kutcher. There’s Katherine Heigl in a familiar jilted-fiance role Sarah Jessica Parker as a fretful single mom and Chris “Ludacris” Bridges as the most laid-back cop in New York. Sofia Vergara and Hector Elizondo mine for cheap laughs with thick accents – his fake and hers real – and Jessica Biel and Josh Duhamel deftly mix beauty with blandness. Fans of awful music will delight in the sounds of Jon Bon Jovi straining against type to play a relevant pop musician.
The task of interweaving the various storylines is too great for Marshall and New Year’s Eve bears the distinct scent and stain of an editing-room bloodbath with plot holes so gaping that not even the brightest of celebrity smiles can obscure them. But that’s not the point – it never was. You should know better than to expect logic from a film that portrays 24-year-old Efron and 46-year-old Parker as brother-and-sister without bothering to explain how such an apparent scientific miracle might have come to pass. Marshall wagers that by the time the ball drops and the film’s last melodramatic sequence has ended prior transgressions will be absolved and moviegoers will be content to bask in New Year's Eve's artificial glow. The gambit worked for Valentine's Day; this time he may not be so fortunate.
We don't know what's stranger: Adam Sandler doing a P.T. Anderson-type movie, or P.T. Anderson doing an Adam Sandler-type film.
Either way, the synergy might just happen. Daily Variety says today that the "Little Nicky" supercomic is fielding opportunities for his next project, and one of them is a script which "Magnolia" helmer Anderson specifically wrote with Sandler and actress Emily Watson in mind.
But competing for Sandler's attention right now is another comedy penned by his writing partner, Tim Herlihy. And the funnyman's involvement with either project is likely contingent upon the anticipated actors and writers strike next summer.
But in the meantime, Sandler's latest comedy, "Little Nicky," opens this Friday.
BACK TO 'BASIC': Maybe he is just trying desperately to expand his oeuvre, but sci-fi director David Cronenberg, who has brought us head-scratching tales such as "Naked Lunch," "Videodrome" and "eXistenZ," is apparently eyeing to direct "Basic Instinct 2," Variety reports. Most known for the interrogation scene wherein actress Sharon Stone crosses her legs, the first "Basic Instinct" was directed by Paul Verhoeven in 1992. And as reported earlier in the year, Stone will reprise her role as ice pick killer Catherine Trammell in the sequel.
SIZING UP: Smells like high testosterone. The Hollywood Reporter says that Tom Sizemore might star in "Black Hawk Down" to be directed by Ridley Scott and produced by Jerry Bruckheimer. Variety says that the war flick is about a group of U.S. soldiers dispatched to Somalia for a mission.
MORE SIZEMORE: Variety also says that Sizemore is concurrently in talks to play gangster Al Capone in "The Road to Perdition" for Oscar-winning director Sam Mendes ("American Beauty").
PLAYING WITH THE BIG KIDS: "Roseanne" alum Johnny Galecki will join big guns Tom Cruise, Cameron Diaz, Penelope Cruz and Jason Lee in the thriller "Vanilla Sky," Variety says. The film will be helmer Cameron Crowe's follow-up to his critically fave "Almost Famous."
X MAN: Denzel Washington did it once for Spike Lee, and now Mario Van Peebles will do it again for Michael Mann. According to Variety, Van Peebles will come on board the "Ali" biopic as black leader Malcolm X.