Seeing as how the first episode of the final season has ended, I thought it would be appropriate to talk about the show’s legacy, and how it touched millions of viewers, made dozens of stars and snuck into everybody’s heart.
It’s only once in a lifetime that a television show captures hearts like American Idol. It’s one of those shows that everybody’s seen, that everybody can love, that has something for everybody. It’s really rewarding to see the great ones, and it’s equally enjoyable to see the bad ones.
For being a show that appeals to all ages, all races, all genders, pretty much everyone in the world, I consider American Idol one of the best televisions of any kind to ever exist. I loved this show from the first season, I love it now, even if it has jumped the shark, and I will love it many years after it goes off the air. The legacy may outlive all of us.
May the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows.
I would have liked to see the show “go behind the curtain,” at least now that it’s the final season; they could explain, for example, that nowhere near all of the people in the time-lapse shot of the stadium registrations get to sing in front of the judges, or that those who do do so weeks, if not months, later, or that they put contestants in front of a backdrop and tell them to sing a particular song so it can be edited to look like the judges are watching singer after singer perform the same song that the singers all just happened to choose for some reason, or that “Hollywood Week” is in Pasadena (except for the time it was in Northridge), or that…