
My buddy,
Richie, recorded this documentary of sorts, "Wal-Mart Idol", back in February of this year.
He has now made it public on
his MySpace page and made it available to the throngs of surfers pawing their way through the Google video archives. If you happen to be a Google Video junkie and have your very own Google Video Player, click
here for a direct link to the .gvp file. If not, join the masses and
view it through Google Video.
In short, this 16 minute film documents a morning in the life of a select few Pennsylvanians who have made their way to the Bloomsburg Wallie-World to croon for fellow shoppers with an accompanying karaoke machine. The contestants must all pay a $5 entry fee and are singing for, first prize, $50 and a karaoke machine, second prize, $25 and third prize, just the karaoke machine. Given there were enough entrants, it appears everyone who participated paid for those cash prizes. An interesting move on the mega company's part -- a fund-raising technique usually reserved for the occasional recreational sports team or youth group.
Except for one somewhat-official looking employee, the rest of the Wal-Mart staff seem surprisingly affectless to the idea of someone videotaping their store. Perhaps it was because of the event, thinking Richie an excited friend of one of the contestants, but for some reason I find it slightly odd. I suppose I feel this way because it's a Wal-Mart. I almost expect to see Homeland Security goons dressed as civilians, ready to pounce any potential gatherer-and-spreader of information. At any rate it makes me want to buy a camcorder and film all the things I do, everywhere I go.
The contestants themselves are very interesting, in particular those who chose to speak with Richie. Same goes for the sorority girls doing their community service. Want to know what's wrong with America? "Community Service" now means hanging out at your local Wal-Mart, apparently. Anyway, I've never actually seen an episode of American Idol, so I can't make fun comparisons or talk about what a jerk-face that Simon Cowell seems to be.

I must say I'm a bit torn on this one. Knowing Richie, this teeters on cruel (sorry, bud), but at the same time, the incredulousness of this event is exactly why it needed to be documented in some form or fashion. The singing at the end is a nice touch and don't even try to deny it, Rich -- you bought that
Fillet-O-Fish with the prize money and sang about it later back at home on you brand-spankin'-new karaoke machine.
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