I was at a gig in London last night (Fightstar, fact fans – they were amazingly good) so I have yet to watch last night’s X Factor. I have it on Sky+ and I plan to start watching it early this evening so it flows seamlessly into the tonight’s live results show. Lots of clock-watching going on as a result.
I’m so excited. This year’s X Factor has been amazing, up there with my other favourite reality show installments: Pop Idol series 1, Big Brother series 3, Any Dream Will Do and X Factor series 1. The changes Simon Cowell made to the format were controversial at first but are working beautifully, and this year’s finals feature the most interesting, talented bunch of contestants ever. There is no three-act configuration for the final that would not be engrossing.
The only thing I’ve not enjoyed is the growing volume (thanks mainly to rise of Twitter) of the X Factor creeps (XFCs). These are the people who profess to dislike the show but tune-in every weekend regardless. As if this wasn’t strange enough, they then delude themselves that we’re just dying for them to come and tell us how stupid they think the programme is. Every Saturday and Sunday night Twitter and Facebook feeds quickly clog up with comments about how the contestants are all dumb, the whole thing is fixed, Cheryl’s a chav, the judges only pretend to bicker, oh the whole thing is so stupid, yadda yadda yadda…
I get that The X Factor isn’t to everyone’s taste. But if XFCs hate it so much then why do they keep tuning in just to sneer at it? Have they really nothing better to do? I don’t like rugby, so I don’t watch it. I’ve never found equations like that particularly challenging to get my head round. XFCs, though, tune in to the live shows every week without fail and then rush to the internet to tell us how stupid they found the whole thing.
If you hate The X Factor then please just don’t watch it. Or if you’ve really nothing better to do each weekend than watch television shows that you hate then at least spare us your snobby commentary. It doesn’t make you sound clever, it makes you sound lonely and creepy. Listening to it is akin to tucking in to the most beautiful tub of ice cream while someone sits next to you reading out the ingredients in condescending monotone. Yes, I know lots of chemicals go into making ice cream (my favourite X Factor accompaniment, fact fans – Chocolate Macadamia please) but I’d quite like to just enjoy eating it all the same, please.
And yes I know there’s a whole lot more than meets the eye to shows like the X Factor, but just for a few hours each weekend I really love switching off from all the cynicism of the world and enjoying a bit of innocent, bubbly entertainment. If XFCs really are that offended by all the fun, ambition, pop gold, dreams, tears and laughter of The X Factor then I suggest they lighten-up or button up. Or switch over – I’m sure there’s some documentary about a clever but depressed Guatemalan poet or something to watch.
In happier news, despite there being so many likeable and talented acts this year, I’ve had a stand out favourite since the opening audition phase who seems to be going strong. It’s not going to be a huge surprise to you who I am referring to.
Can you guess who it is yet?