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So, anyone been watching this show? I have, but with the regularity of Wilford Brimley's bowels, which is to say that I accidentally saw it (the show, not his bowels) last night.
Man, that's a big stinkeroo. Lame singers and lame songs, followed by lame snark about the performances, all done with maximum (and inadvertent, I gather) cheese. Someone bring the crackers.
Aside from a wee jiggle here and there of Brooke Burke's assets, move along, folks, there's nothin' to see here.
Don't misunderstand me. Once upon a time, I loved INXS and was saddened when Michael Hutchence decided to go down the autoerotic asphyxiation highway of no return, but - ya know - the show really doesn't have to go on.
Not like this, anyway.
