BEFORE THE COOL DONE RUN OUT I'LL BE GIVING IT MY BESTEST: In an episode more padded than what an errant Southwest flight attendant imagined Kevin Smith's ass to be, Hollywood Night 3 was just a weird mess. Structurally, it reminded me of the first scene in the last season of The West Wing -- once you tell us who's in which room, you've sucked out a lot of the drama and suspense from what's to come. I much prefer the old way -- let 'em perform, then do the shtick with the rooms, then the March of Death.
What can be said about the Top 24 as it's shaping up is that, at least for now, it's an older, more mature group than we're used to seeing. One more hour tomorrow night (presumably capped by the Wacky Dancing Parade), and then the march from 24 to 20 to 16, 12 and beyond begins ...
