I don’t normally watch TV early in the week, so I (perhaps thankfully) haven’t seen any of Superstar between the premiere and tonight’s show, the finale.

What a brilliant concept, though, the same twisted mindset that brought us all My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance.

The true brilliance of Superstar isn’t just that they’re looking for a terrible singer, it’s that they’re looking for a terrible singer who is awesome in their own mind. Perhaps that makes the whole joke all the more cruel, but it’s interesting to see how even someone with no pitch or sense of rhythm can have a truly likable flair when they’re geniunely trying and believe in themselves.

I guess that’s just a great big fat cliche, but I think it’s true — and certainly a show like this is a good study in it.

Mike

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