American Idol Season 12 Episode 7 ONLINE FREE 

Yet the most easy "American Idol" viewer thoroughly understood the months-in length feud/publicity battle hinting at final Wednesday's debut of "Idol" Season 12, featuring new alpha-female judges Mariah Carey and Nicki Minaj. The "emitted" TMZ motion picture of their on-set war of (four-letter) statements. Mariah's consequent case, to Barbara Walters, of Nicki-controled demise threats and the requirement for beefed-up security. Awful Nigel Lythgoe, "Idol's" official maker, telling news hounds that hapless new center judge Keith Urban will serve as the "scratching post" in this TV catfight. Yes, before Season 12 even started, this show resembled "The Real Housewives Of Idol," or "Idol Shore," or "Bad Judges' Club." Was this actually the new heading for this once in the past feelgood, family-accommodating project?

That being said, now that Season 12's first two scenes have at long last disclosed, the reply to that copying issue appears to be...yes and no. There was no denying that Nicki and Mariah's crash of egos/hair/outfits/personal partners did rule the two-night opening's incidents in New York and Chicago. On Wednesday, Nicki called Mariah "something that begins with a B and closes with a tingle" (admitting that it appeared that Nicki was just snarkily rapping a verse of an old-school Missy Elliott melody). Thursday's scene even emphasized a montage, set to "Stuck In The Middle With You," of Nicki and Mariah clipping and killing at one another while put-upon Keith sat haplessly between them, striking his blonde head into the table and most likely considering why on earth he ever chose to stop "The Voice Australia" for this. I accept this section was expected to be amusing. It wasn't. It didn't make me chuckle. It just made me thrust for the quiet catch on my remote and the flask of cerebral pain tablets on my nightstand.

Anyhow the greater part of the time, gratefully, this entire she-said/she-stated routine appeared to be extremely tongue-in-Nars-rouged-cheek, and done with a largely falsh-eyelash'd wink. Mimi and Her Minajesty over and again snickered and smiled as they side-eyed one another opposite Keith's table space, and while I barely got the feeling that they ended up being besties and went out for universe and mani/pedis after the "Idol" tapings (they'll most likely never be more than fence-straddling back-stabbers, even from an optimistic standpoint), there was never a minute when the show took a truly dim turn and I really foresaw that a SWAT crew of Mariah's apparently recently procured bodyguards might spring without hesitation and bumrush the set. Provided that Mariah truly did utilize extra security staff this period to secure her from the obnoxious Nicki, then she doubtlessly squandered her some of her $18 million "Idol" compensation on quite an unnecessary liability.

Wednesday's huge opening really commenced on a positive note, with a cool open emphasizing Season 11 champ Phillip Phillips, "the pawn shop laborer transformed into a megastar," murmuring his triple-platinum royal celebration melody "Home," accompanied by a montage of A-record "Idol" alums like Kelly, Carrie, and J.Hud gathering up Grammys, Oscars, and gold plaques aplenty. In any case unexpectedly, the last remainder of the scene totally moved the center far from the candidates; I didn't spot a lone potential Phillip or Kelly in Wednesday's blend. Besides truly, isn't what "Idol" is expected to be all about? Not superstar judges and their senseless, potentially-fake, likely-overhyped quarrels, yet the quest for America's afterward potential superstar?

It was just when the tryouts proceeded in Chicago on Thursday that viewers got to see some positively magnificent new talent. So I wholeheartedly prescribe that "Idol" maker Nigel Lythgoe scramble to definitely re-alter the following few tryout weeks, to guarantee that fate scenes showcase more brilliant vocalists, for example the ones recorded beneath, and a LOT less revolting squabbling. Actually, with a couple rescuing tweaks, "Idol" truly might pull off an awesome Season 12--and that is nothing to contend about.

The aforementioned were my best liked contenders from "American Idol" Season 12's questionable kickoff week:

Kez Ban -KEZ BAN MUST WIN. That is all. Yes, I suspected Kez was heading off to be a trainwreck/joke contender from the beginning. She's an apprentice fiery breakout-moving road entertainer (which beyond any doubt resonances alarming); she makes inflatable creatures in her extra time; she unreservedly acceded that she didn't want or even need to score "Idol"; and she dropped in the trial room wanting to sing the Pinocchio ditty "No Strings." So, you know, she wasn't precisely your average Idol. Anyway she came to be my golden calf once she sang, specifically after she got her guitar and gave a second exhibition of one of her new melodies. This chick was clever, engaging, self-expostulating, cool, weird...and talented. What an agreeable astound that she wasn't just somebody-lady freakshow. "I can feel the realness in you," stated Mariah. "She's beginning and end," raved Randy Jackson. "You're exceptionally enamoring. You recounted your story so magnificently. I accept you. I need to pay to go to your show," spouted Nicki. Later, a shocked Kez stumbled over to Ryan Seacrest, brilliant ticket under control, and admitted, "I had a feeling it was conceivable [that I'd make it through], however I believed that I was a little too strange." I suspect Kez Ban is just unusual sufficient. Kez Ban for the score!

Isabelle Parell -I LOVED THIS QUIRKY GIRL. Eccentric young ladies 4ever! I cherished the whole lot about little Isabelle, from her charming outfit clearly pulled straight from a "Style On The Street" pictorial in Lucky magazine, to her delectably jazzy/bluesy voice, to the immaculate get up and go it took for her to transform her trial of "Baby It's Cold Outside" into a two part harmony with Keith Urban. (She kept her particular, incidentally, and recalled each of the verses yet at what time Keith would have lacked the capacity.) How is this young lady 15 and as of now so cool? I was never that cool, tragically, and I presumably never could be, however I can exist vicariously by way of the awe inspiring Isabelle, my new young lady pulverize. Mariah commended Isabelle's "delightful, lowly, cute value." Nicki let her know, "You went in here balanced; I adore your tone, and I cherish your state of mind."