The wrong redhead got sent packing on American Idol tonight, as the moderately entertaining and reasonably talented Amy Adams got the hook while last night's clear lanterne rouge, the lightly entertaining and regularly out of tune John Stevens didn't even make the bottom three. In fact, you can make the argument that no one in the bottom three actually gave one of the three worst performances from last night. The cause of democracy takes another shot to the gut.

For what it's worth, Stevens looked devastated at the turn of events. He clearly expected to be sent packing, and I think is feeling a little survivor guilt for not even making the bottom three.

The theme this week was Motown, which when added to the "soul" theme a couple weeks ago reminds me of the time on The Simpsons when Marge is going through a photo album and finding five or six different ways to describe pictures of Bart napping as an infant. Whatever writer comes up with the most ways to describe R&B will probably get a raise.

I still can't work up much interest in any of the finalists, though you may want to keep the name George Huff in mind as we get to the end of the series. He's the only male finalist with any real level of talent, and will likely pick up votes when other talented types get stiffed early because soccer moms can't get enough of the spasmodic dancing of Jon Peter Lewis, or JPL as he's being called. Every time I hear that I start wondering what the Jet Propulsion Laboratory has to do with the show. I assume they fabricated some components for Diana DeGarmo, the singing teenage robot.