The X-fac­tor

The Weekend Australian - Review - - Television -

Mon­day, 7.30pm, Seven I must ad­mit to not hav­ing seen an aw­ful lot of this year’s X-Fac­tor. I re­cently found my­self quite deeply in­vested in Nine’s The Voice, so when it fi­nally fin­ished and this came around, like a lot of oth­ers I was a bit over all the sturm und drang of big-bud­get singing con­tests. How­ever, The X-Fac­tor is rat­ing well and, just as The Voice did, tonight the pro­gram moves into live per­for­mance mode. The faith­ful have watched au­di­tions, they’ve seen their favourites put through boot camps and vis­its to men­tors such as Ali­cia Keys and One Di­rec­tion. Now there are 12 en­dur­ing tal­ents ready to show Aus­tralia whether they have the X fac­tor. Or not. ex­pen­sive suits say mag­nif­i­cent things to each other, such as: ‘‘ Why don’t you check out the cor­ner of 81st and kiss my ass.’’ Travis Tan­ner (Eric Close, With­out a Trace, Taken) is back in town and has his sights set firmly on cen­tral Suits char­ac­ter Har­vey Specter (Gabriel Macht). New ev­i­dence has turned up in an old case and Tan­ner’s firm is su­ing Pear­son Hard­man for fraud. Suits is not as camp as Bos­ton Le­gal or Ally McBeal, but it is not with­out a cer­tain ap­peal, a New York state of mind, if you will. she turns up drunk at his apart­ment to scream at him that he hu­mil­i­ates her in pub­lic when­ever he isn’t ig­nor­ing her. Nat­u­rally they sleep to­gether with­out emo­tion. It’s as men­tal as The Black Swan.

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from Australia

© PressReader. All rights reserved.