What a week!
Last night I saw the most disturbing, icky thing I've ever seen, when David Cook started singing the gelatinous love song "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" and his mother -- during the intro -- stood up and remained standing, alone, in the middle of the crowd. It would have been romantic and moving... if it were Glenn Close standing up in The Natural. As it was it was just a creepy mom making her son's love song all about her. Ewww.
I thought it was untoppable. Or is that unbottomable?
Then came tonight's performance by Fantasia, which was so terrifying and so the opposite of "entertainment" that I lost control of my bowels.