Camille: I didn't think it was possible to sing Stevie worse than Justin Guarini. You did.
JPL: That was the ass end of ass. You could almost hear him counting the steps to that awkward attempt at dancing. He is just really, really clumsy and amateurish, like watching Greg Brady try to become Johnny Bravo.
LaToya: Meh. "Ooh, Baby Baby" is not a song on which one can shine, and she did not.
Amy: Awkward attempt at a glory note at the end of "Dancing In The Streets", but otherwise solid. She may not be Vanessa Olivarez 2.0, but actually Nikki McKibbin 2.0. She might last a while in this show, and I'm sorry I missed her performance last week.
Conan O'Sinatra: That was weak, yo, and Randy's calling 'em straight tonight.
Jennifer: I don't know that it's that the haircut made her appear utterly generic, or that her singing was just always good-but-never-great. Pass.
Jasmine: I thought it was a little passionless, but it's been a bad night, and she was less sucky than most.
Diana: "Do You Love Me?" No. Vocally, it was a'ight, but the stage presence felt as forced and hokey as an animatronic robot at Chuck E. Cheese's.
Fantasia: It's her competition to lose, and this confirmed it. Voice, charisma, looks, uniqueness: she's got the package better than anyone else this year.
George: Everything about this was good except the towel. If charisma and stage presence are what win this competition, he'll have no problem going far, even if he's way too in love with his up-and-down boppy move.
Also, that Bob Dylan/Victoria's Secret ad is creepy like a Cronenberg movie.
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