There is no doubt that this year X Factor, Covid and unexpected events aside (the last minute replacement of Cattelan, positive, for one thing) is on another level. Let’s talk about skill of competitors, of the risky and extreme choices of their tutors, and of a jury that for competence and ability both musical and productive is giving birth to results of the highest quality. You watch the performances of many of them, from Blind a Casadilego, gives Mydrama ai Melancholia (i favorites to the final, ca va san dire) also and above all with the unpublished, and you seem to attend performances by experienced and famous artists. The days of the first editions, in which the performances were much more at a beginner level, or “raw”, are really far away, just to quote an adjective dear to Mika.
Precisely, Mika. True histrion of this edition, back to XF in better shape than ever, overwhelming and irresistible as we remembered him, perhaps even more so. Not surprisingly, let’s face it, the only one who had managed to get along with the crazy horse Morgan and become a close friend of a prima donna like Fedez. One cannot but love him, despite him sometimes unwatchable outfits, like the orange perforated jacket of this episode, the Mr Bean little faces (“I want a man who looks at me with Mika’s dreamy face while he looks at Fedez”, they wrote on Twitter “) and Lexical “sfondoni” to the limit of the imagination.
Last night, the catchphrase “Croccodrillo” used to present NAIP, ended up in trend on social media, and got Emma the comment “Let him present himself, which is better”.
But luckily there is Mika, because otherwise the pathos di Emma, so much lowered in the role of judge-mother to lose the sense of reality and measure from time to time would end up weighing down the program. It’s okay that she is sincerely linked to her boys, there is that, having herself experienced the logic and cruelty of the talent on her own skin, she is particularly protective of them. But yours river defenses seasoned with tears and cursing they are starting to be a little too much. Luckily there is Mika, we said, with his irresistible expressions, facial and linguistic. Fortunately there is Agnelli, with his rigor and his sincere passion. And fortunately there is Hell Raton, newcomer but ultra-experienced, with his experience as a producer with attributes, who undoubtedly, beyond the results in the talent, will find a way to better direct his boys in the world of the music industry.
For the record: it was deleted Santi, a very young Bolognese singer-songwriter from Emma’s under-men group, who ended up in the ballot with his teammate Blue Phelix. Fratricidal clash that triggered yet another emotional and fervent speech from Emma. That if she manages to reach the final lucid and not too traumatized, it will already be a victory (for her).
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