As I watched the same promo over and over and over again for The Voice, I was left a little confused. What is this show? What is the point of having a famous artist blindly listening to various Idol-wannabes and not see their faces. Is the entire show all about how they won’t know what they looked like?
Well, my curiosity got the best of me and last night I sat down to watch the two-hour premiere of The Voice. I knew little about how this show would proceed, other than the fact that these artists would be listening and thinking of who they could add to their team (What team? Well, I was to find that out). The point is that an artist’s appearance and performance could not weigh on their decision. They couldn’t see how the person dressed or whether the person danced around on stage like a lunatic. Or even if they spent the entire time with one hand down their pants (no one did). Most of all, they can’t see how attractive the person is.
Enter expectations. Silly me thought that this would mean that people who just might not be attractive could have their shot at stardom because instead of handing someone an unattractive headshot, they’re actually being chosen by their talent. Of course, I forgot that this show has producers and people behind the scenes. Clearly, while this was the hook, this wasn’t the purpose. People don’t watch TV to see ugly people. They still want pretty. And while the judges might not see faces, the viewers can.
That’s, at least, my assumption. After all, almost every person on the show last night was attractive. You can see a slideshow of the contestants here. It took us a full hour to get to someone who was overweight (with the exception of Frenchie, but then again, people knew who she was, so of course, they’d let her on). They even had the gall to have some girl complaining about how she’s always been chosen because of her looks, and she finally wants someone to notice her for her talent. This is all while she’s bragging about her YouTube video that became an international sensation. Alright, somehow I don’t feel too bad for the pretty girl who gets what she wants.
In fact, out of all the contestants, I think you could argue that perhaps two were “unattractive.” Part of that is because these two people were older than the rest of the contestants. Somehow, this didn’t feel like a random sampling of talented singers in America.
Add to that the fact that Christina didn’t quite get it. Hell, she even admitted that she didn’t buzz in on someone, but if she’d seen him, she would have. What does that mean, Christina? Do you not get the point of the show?
Nonetheless, the show entertained. We had great singers — which was a nice change from the “auditions” for Idol every year — and the chemistry among Adam, Cee Lo, Christina, and Blake was fantastic. Well, Blake could really step up his game, but everyone else had fun back and forths trying to get the candidates they wanted for their team. Their interaction just might be what I come back for. After all, otherwise, it’s just another show about another pretty face claiming that it’s not about finding another pretty face. Somehow, that bugs me.
What will happen after the artists gather their teams? Well, that I’m a little fuzzy on. There was a rather complicated explanation at the end of the two hours that gave us a view into the future (a singing wrestling ring is involved somehow), but right now, I’m more invested in the spinny chairs.
I mean, they light up and everything!