The TV Column by Lisa de Moraes
Rocker chick Allison Iraheta flamed out during Rocker Week on "American Idol" after bagging the smallest share of the week's 64 million votes -- the most votes ever for the country's most watched show outside of a finale week.
The night opened with the four remaining Idolettes singing Alice Cooper's "School's Out," which is really hard to do as a group-sing without looking like a high school talent show -- even with Guns N' Roses lead guitarist/this week's mentor Slash on guitar.
Every week on results night, there is The Big Get. Last night, it was: judge Paula Abdul. Paula performed on the "Idol" stage for the first time ever, singing "I'm Just Here for the Music." In a brief introduction, they mentioned her background with the "renowned Laker Girls," like it's the New York City Ballet.
Her performance had all the sex appeal of one of the naughtier Olympic skating routines, and we admire her ability to keep the auto-tune going while jumping off a landing and being spun around by her dancers. But Paula walking out on a bunch of hot young guys at the end? This strained credulity.
"You've graced the stage," show host Ryan Seacrest said after her performance, but there was no bouquet of flowers for Paula, as was the case the night she choreographed the Idolettes' Group Lip-Synch. Were the producers sending a message about somebody's contract?
Look -- it's No Doubt, come to perform "Just a Girl"! Lead singer Gwen Stefani did the extreme cardio fat-burner arrangement of the tune. Yes, we took that class once for about five minutes, then went next door for Yoga for Beginners.
They dimmed the lights: It was time for the firing squad. Seacrest announced the first of the three Idolettes who would be assigned a Stemware Seat of Safety.
It was Kris Allen, the Humble Hometown Hero. H3.
To fill the time while judge Simon Cowell recovered -- after all, he'd likened Kris's performance the night before to eating ice for lunch -- former Idolette non-winner Chris Daughtry, Little Big Man, performed a single off his second album. After it was over, H3 was made to carry a big ol' platinum-record plaque onstage to present to Daughtry.
The firing squad resumed:
Loud, flamboyant, fearless Adam Lambert was safe. Thank you, America, for getting it. First Barack Obama, now this.
Also safe: Danny Gokey, who'd dismissed the judges' bad reviews of his screechfest the previous night. He wasn't perfect -- just forgiven.