But Do We Really Care?
Americans will do anything for fame. We will give up our privacy (à la Real World), our conveniences (Survivor), and our pride (Jerry Springer), all in the hopes for some temporary warmth from the media spotlight. Perhaps the light will shine on us long enough that we will find a new life amidst the beautiful and elite. Perhaps we can become the popular ones in the vast high school of America. The possibility of breaking out of an ordinary existence creates a pull so strong that even the least talented girls see a Britney video and come out in herds awaiting their chance to shine... their chance to be Popstars.
The premiere of Popstars was not an exciting experience. Too many tube tops and too little talent pretty much sums it up. Obviously the producers only had acquired rights to certain songs so we were stuck listening to warbly amateur renditions of Christina's "What A Girl Wants," Whitney's "I Will Always Love You," Macy Gray's "I Try," LeAnn Rimes' "How Do I Live," and an occasional and always wretched performance of Enrique Iglesias "Rhythm Divine."
The show showed us the behind the scenes process of "casting" a pop group. It emphasized the fact that looks count and that talent is only optional. They said that girls should always be prepared at an audition, and then broke their own rules by selecting girls who had messed up. Hmmm...double standards, decisions based on looks, snooty casting directors, and thousands of girls with one dream and a whole lot of tears...it sounds like Popstars has all the elements of a hit show, but somehow it still falls flat as soon as the cool opening sequence is over.
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