StickyKey’s final interpretation of all things relating to one Mr. Scotty Savol

This post is actually at TWoP, but I'll be doing my analysis of Carrie later this week so I wanted everything in one place.

Enjoy!

05-03-05

First of all Scott did fantastically tonight. He was great and I would have voted for him if I could have gotten through, but I watched a movie this weekend that related so much to Scott it was ridiculous so I’d like to share it with you.

It was called Blue Citrus Hearts, and it was a no-budget, indy movie shot on digital film and so edgy in it’s un”Hollywoodness”. Anyhow, I saw the movie got good reviews, and I love movies in that gendre (read, gay coming-of-age soapy dramas) so I was fairly excited to see what this movie was all about. It had a pretty good start, and then quite suddenly, it began to suck.

And so badly. I was sitting there watching like, nothing could ever be this bad ever, but then the next scene came on to prove me wrong. And it wasn’t the story that was bad, as much as the misdirection, the lighting, the angles, the bad acting. It wasn’t even fun-bad like Anthony Federov, it was just horribly bad mess.

So I’m sitting there, and I get to the point where I just want to turn it off, but I’ve already invested too much of MY LIFE into this so I couldn’t back out without feeling completely taken advantage of. So it hits the two hour mark, and there is crying and running and general acting out, and I'm about to fast forward, but I force myself not to.

Then, there it was. In the last five minutes of this horrible film, there was a scene that completely blew MY MIND. It rocked my world, and changed my life, and it was so mind-blowingly beautiful and wonderful and insane and lovely and subtle and predictable yet wholly satisfying. Then it started to go over the top again, but for those five minutes I was in bliss. I would never recommend the movie to anyone. Not even for those five minutes because in order to appreciated those five minutes you have to sit through 2 hours and 15 minutes of crap, but for those already along on the journey, it’s just a breath a fresh air. Something to let you know that humanity does exist in the midst of utter terribleness.

And that’s how I feel about Scott Savol.

He is wrong in everyway. He’s a thug who just can’t get right. After his scandal broke, a lot of questions have been asked about how you could vote for someone like Scott, but many failed to realize that Scott had problems from the very beginning. He was crazy, he basically told us so in his audition. He is one of those people that every would love to help, but you know it wouldn’t do any good, and the only thing he has to redeem himself is that beautiful voice.

People who vote for Scott are people that knew this, I think. They knew he had some skeletons in his closet, and there was nothing they could do about that, but maybe give him some positive reinforcement, and he won’t add to them?

Anyhow, tonight, I think he solidified himself as the blackest contestant on this show. My best friend’s SIL is white and calls Scott “that light skinned boy”. It didn’t phase me at all when he sung about what kind of brutha he was and about his homies. (Some speculate that the girl in the audience was his baby mama, but I don’t think so.)

Scott’s like that guy that you know, that just couldn’t make it as a white person. That just couldn’t handle the pressure so he decided not to be, and black folk are the one that took him in. Black folk in general seem to love cast offs and I know several that vote for him just because he’s the last “black” guy on the show.

In conclusion, I love Scott, I’ve tried to hide my love for him, but tonight it was solidified. I love him in all of his wrongness, and triflingness, and just plain social leperness. I wish him the best, and would totally cop an album by him. Blah dee blah. Oh yeah, On eBAYYYY!!!!!!