America's Got Talent-Quintavious Johnson
If you thought there was a corner of the world where you could escape the whispers of the ALS Ice Bucket challenge, then sorry friends that location is nowhere near America’s Got Talent or Radio City Music Hall.  It’s not that I’m annoyed with its constant presence in the media, social or otherwise.  (Though at this very second that specific combination of words is tap dancing on a tethering, throbbing nerve.)  It’s mainly because—like everything else of popularity in current society—the point is getting lost in multimedia.  The point of the challenge is to donate money to the ALSA for cancer research.  Don’t let the mess get in the way of the message—donate.  Still, Mel B. poured a bucket of ice water over her head before putting the burden on Nick Cannon, Heidi Klum, and Victoria Beckham’s backs.  Nick is abiding his wacky within reason Wednesday credo; his iridescent blue wood textured suit was hardly offensive.  But don’t worry, something will stoke those fires.

Perhaps NBC heard the worlds grumbling about a lack of performance from Taylor Williamson last week on AGT’s results show.  Perhaps they just don’t know how to schedule these things in a way that makes sense.  Let’s just count ourselves lucky to have been treated to another set from the seasoned comedian.  So what does a man that lost out on a million dollars talk about when he returns to the scene of his defeat?  Why, losing a million dollars of course.  Somehow Taylor’s amazing run about now hating Japanese dancers and wanting to  win Japan’s Got Talent were but a few of his best lines.  My personal favorite was when he muttered in a kind of aside, “I wish Godzilla was real.”  That wasn’t all—there were more jokes about him traveling the world to perform in Iowa and Indiana.  The best was about how adults should be allowed to say, “Stranger Danger,” when random people try to strike up conversation.  (Seriously though adults can we please?)  It was obvious that Taylor hasn’t missed a step even without all that extra cash.

Next, a group of three magicians’ called The Illusionists spread out across the stage to dazzle the crowd with their chosen prowess.  One toyed with animated images, grabbing digital pictures and pulling them out of the screen and throwing things, including himself, through his animated screen portals.  Another played with birds, ripping one into two, changing the color, and making them appear from cloths.  The meat of the performance was taken up by Dr. Strange, a former AGT hopeful from season 2.  He did a bit with a man chopped in half that looked extremely authentic.  Looks like AGT accidentally increased the quality of their guest performers—lucky us.

The first group to learn their fate was Emil & Dariel, Dom the Bom’s Triple Threat, and Extreme, but it was obvious that Emil & Dariel would be the ones in the semi-finals.  Does it cushion the bow of the loss that NBC had the decency to show the footage of Extreme’s choreographer/head dancer getting engaged right before her dismissal?  Let’s hope so.  Next, the Bad Boys of Ballet and Jonah Smith steeped up to hear the soulful band Jonah Smith’s entry into the league of semi-finalists.  Immediately afterwards Quintavious Johnson and Mothmen Dance were brought on stage, causing absolutely no anticipation because as Quintavious Johnson is a force to be reckoned with, he reigned supreme.  ‘Tis true that a competition the likes of AGT deserves a varied list of accomplishments when counting the acts that make it to the winner circle.  But a voice like that can get anything it wants.  Jonatan Riquelme and Smoothini were next and in a shocking move Smoothini did away with Jonatan Riquelme in one fail swoop.  It could be because America saw the clear angle the judges missed during the performance.  Next time all the judges will too.  That left Nina Burri to be unceremoniously dismissed from the running before Kelli Glover and One Voice Children’s Choir left their fate in the judges’ hands.  Howard Stern, Howie Mandel, and Mel made Kelli Glover’s dream come true.  Sometimes singing a song hits people in the heart more than contorting your body into weird shapes and balancing impossible.  Okay America, I get it.  When people sing your hearts will go on.  And on.  And…