It’s Vegas, baby! This should be where the serious talent starts, undiluted by the people just to give us a laugh and some perverted pleasure at witnessing another’s public humiliation. That should be what it is. But that wasn’t so evident last night.
The acts were in two groups: the judges’ favorites and the standby acts. The judges’ favorites performed first and the standby acts got to compete later for the remaining spaces. But wait, some acts are cut right away, with no second chance performances. Confusingly, some of the better acts seem not to be on any list, so have they got a pass straight through to the live shows?
The Bandbaz brothers, Charlie C, and Ivy Rose were cut right away, and I was really surprised by that, especially the Bandbaz brothers. Oh but the human cannonball got through to the live shows in New York.
Then some acts got a second chance. All Wheel Sports was up first, and really busted a gut trying to advance to the live rounds, as does the American BMX Stunt Team. One of the members of the latter team crashed, but thankfully seemed to be OK, although his bike was a mess.
New Guard America tossed their bayonets around a beautiful woman, then Cristin Sandu did some more crazy balancing. The crossbow guy, Ben Blaque was next in this very aptly named ‘danger’ category. His sexy assistant held up balloons and paper for him to crossbow, and then she blindfolded. He shot backwards and popped the balloon. It was great, so were the audience just stunned into silence. All the judges could muster was a ‘thank you’ from Howard. Awkward!
The singers were next. Mary Joyner was boring again. Howard said ‘she blew it’ with her strange vibrato. A few other singers also blew their chances. Luna was once again overcome with nerves and stopped mid-song, immediately eliminating herself. But really, who else was worth saving among the singers?
Thank goodness for Nikki Jensen. She was pretty much the only decent singer we saw.
The dancers were next. I loved The Lion King thing from Funk Beyond Control and All That! Clogging away on stage. There was a funny moment as someone from 787 Crew with hair that was way too big fell foul of another dancer’s crotch. Shame, because they were pretty good up to that point.
I don’t know whether I like the Novelty group or whether it annoys the heck out of me. Anyway, last night it had Nick Cannon’s favorite act: the guy who gets kicked in the privates. The guy laughed his way through his mates launching bowling balls, bikes, torches and kicks into his nuts. I want some of what he’s on!
All Beef Patty sang some Carrie Underwood, so why were they not in the female vocalist category? Joe Castillo was awesome with his sand art. The dog ventriloquist Tom Oliver with Irving made me laugh, too. There was a coupe of light acts, of which the Aurora Light Painters was my favorite.
I found the classical singers a bit tedious this year, especially when Simply Sergio forgot his words halfway through. Luiz Meneghin was good, I thought, and now has an emotional back story of the bank foreclosing on his home. He was so humble, apologizing for not doing as well as he wanted to. But I liked him until Andrew De Leon came along captivate the audience, despite also forgetting to keep singing. He’s a favorite, so expect to see him stick around.
So who will go home? We’ll find out tonight as Vegas week continues! The sassy kid is back tonight, too. Can’t wait!