Season finale had some great moments, but ended too neatly.
If this were Survivor instead of American Idol, Michael Lynche would be the dude to beat. He appears to be forming alliances not with the other contestants but with Satan himself. How else to explain how this guy has made it this long when no one seems to be supporting him.
Members of the family turn their backs on each other.
The bumpy road to the season finale.
With Mad Marg gone, you no longer have to watch the show through your fingers, but things have gotten reliably lackluster, perhaps accounting for the show’s worst ratings since 2002, even getting tromped one night by Dancing with the Stars, for heaven’s sake, results that must have had Idol producers seeing visions of Paula Abdul in their sleep.
There is no big happy ending for this episode.
Bitterly tiny inhabitants of a tedious itinerary-driven world, most of High Society revolves around the ways in which these cruel and insensitive people seek to damage each other's mystifyingly outsized egos.
Not much to complain about in tonight’s almost-perfect episode.
The Gregsons. The Botwins. The Henriksons. Most of my recent favorite TV families live on cable. But do they all have to be so dysfunctional? Blame the Sopranos.
With bunch-spoiling apple Tim Urban removed, everybody suddenly got better, making this week's vote a tough call after a round of solid Shania from everyone.