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I once had this guy address, i grew up with this KAt's music he is baddd.. Ya here me Baddd-- but in the game of pol-o-trics, i don't know who he pisssed of to get kicked off- maybe he was illegal - but what ever - i would put my moneyu on him.. trey

somebody talk back to me please..

This show must be canceled because it has totally fallen off the radar in 2004 (like anyone really cares anyway). So somebody please tell me why winner Harlem Lee (or Shannon Bex for that matter) isn't blowing up the music charts like he was supposed to? In fact, Harlem has totally fallen off the radar, too. Is he still alive? Does anyone care? Debbie Allen probably locked him up under house arrest at her Dance Academy.

Day One. I saw part of the premiere and actually found it disturbing. I'm not exactly sure why - there was something FAKE about it, in a way that even American Idol isn't fake. It made me feel kind of bothered and depressed, and I had to change the channel.

Harlem Lee is awesome! I love him as much as Carnie Wilson did! He is so vocally superior to the runner up, Shannon Bex! I felt offended when Johnny Wright diluted Harlem's moment when he offered Shannon Bex a contract on stage. She is nowhere near Christina Aguilera or Britney Spears vocally. As a matter of fact, Raymond Lee was vocally superior to Shannon! Harlem was so classy in the way he reacted while Johnny Wright rudely turned his attention to Shannon. I would have excused this if Shannon was really talented, but that's not the case. I loved the original song Harlem sung, "I Love You Love Me", and I can't wait to buy it on CD. And it doesn't bother me at all that Harlem has recorded under his name Gerry Woo. I don't even remember hearing of Gerry Woo in the late 80's. I also loved Raymond Lee's covers of the Michael Jackson songs! I think he would have gone further in the competition if he had continued doing that! When he chose that Ed McCain "I'll Be" song, it was a big mistake. I wish Harlem Lee a great career with Wire Records!

The 4th entry on here does a great job of explaining the horrors of this dismal failure, but I have a rant of my own. From the beginning, the show was pointless. It should've been confined to Debbie's backyard, shown as home movies for her and all her equally mediocre cohorts. Not crapped out over the TV airwaves. I won't just say the usual "Fame was no American Idol". Fame wasn't even a Showtime in Harlem! They have much better singers and a much better band, and no judging panel. That panel was such an embarrassment, obviously an attempt to ape Randy/Paula/Simon, only some idiot hired 3 Paulas. They had less and less airtime each week, to the point where I thought I saw Brian Dunkleman way out in Siberia in them, begging to be let back in the studio. The audition rounds focused on people who were either not even in the semifinals (!) or who could not sing or dance (!!). A staggering number of the semifinalists were crippled by horrible intro pieces where they would a) bitch about how they had victimized their whole lives, b) whine about how they have true talent even if their dancing/singing teachers told them they had no chance, c) burst into tears in a desperate bid for pity votes. Then they would get on the stage and lay a big egg. I really do think the producers were scared of strong singing, because less than a third of the 24 finalists could Hoverround a tune, much less carry it. The few who had talent (Serena, Harlemm, Brandon) were the latest miserable examples of the melissma/strangling out every syllable trend which has ruined R&B and pop music. Do you really want to hear someone sing M-A-R-Y I-S-A-Y M-A-A-A-A-R-R-R-R-Y-Y-Y H-A-A-A-A-A-D A-A-A LEEEEEEEETLE L-A-M-B I SAY L-A-A-M-M-B-B-B? This isn't singing, it's vocal masturbation. Shallow and worthless. Fame was a big believer in this tuneporn and didn't even try to find singers who were more subtle. They pushed and pushed Shannon (who couldn't sing but could magically create erections everywhere she went, including on Johnny Wright, most likely), Harlemm and Serena, making it explicitly clear that these 3 would be the finalists or something was wrong with America. The problem here is that viewers still had to sit through week after week of finalist rounds where interchangeable nobodies were eliminated in a pointless phone vote. I could have voted for Alyson because she was the only one who seemed to have fun and who realized her crap was not made out of chocolate, or for Tyce because he had a great ass, but there was no real point; the winners were predetermined. Speaking of "spoiler" Tyce, I felt very badly for him because he was stuck in the end stages of the series. Debbie was idiotic enough to announce his arrival only a day after the tape deadline was over, which pretty much told viewers that she was just going to cast a FOD (Friend of Debbie, not Friend of Dorothy, although it was difficult to tell which was which with the guys on this show). Much was made by some fans of Tyce's extensive dance credits and his past ties to Debbie, and he was raked over the coals, even inducted into a reality hall of shame website because of some overhyped cackling that he had violated the "integrity" of the show. That's kind of like saying offering Courtney Love a joint is corrupting a puritan. From the very start Debbie openly boasted about getting her pals onto the show. Several of them (Serena, Harlemm) had been kicking around the business for years; Harlemm even supposedly recorded a CD in the late 80's under the name Gerry Woo. Tyce, who was a perfectly handsome, charming, confident young man, was no worse a singer and was a much better dancer than most of the others. He was used as a scapegoat because of a stupid production decision, and I hope he gets a lot of work from the show (clothing optional - Alex Boyd, Alyson, Garry Adams and Justin "Skittles" Jacoby can join him on this list if they're over 18). All in all, the show didn't end as much as it collapsed from internal bleeding. The finale was a markedly low-key affair, no real glee even from the canned studio audience, and any voice the viewers had was muted when Johnny Wright interrupted the deserved victory celebration of Harlemm's to boast that his favorite girl, Shannon, would be getting a contract (to sing or to grind against poles?). I can look back at this crapfest and laugh at the absurdity of Joey looking like a harpooned whale every week (the whale would be better at reading the cue cards), the constant confusion over exactly what a triple threat was, the wildly overchoreographed and crudely "sung" group numbers, Debbie in her fright wig, a clear moment of "why the hell should I care that I look like I ate Phylicia Rashad and turned into Chaka Kahn, my reputation is shot now anyway", Harlemm's kung fu moves and vainglorious Vogue performance ("I'm bald, short, 36, and I'm beautiful!!!"; kind of funny that he wasn't as proud as about being 36 when he lied about his real age to get on the show), and many other things. What I can't laugh about is how Debbie took a very good movie and a solid TV series and destroyed the whole franchise out of sheer ego and greed. This wasn't the worst reality series of the summer (that would be "Boy Meets Boy" or "Cupid"), but it comes very close. Debbie...let's forget your name, OK?

The best thing about this show was Harlem Lee. WOW! What a talent. I was so pissed when Johnny Wright dissed Harlem by also giving the runner-up contestant a contract...like she was the real winner. Harlem was so humble that he ignored the diss. Debbie Allen was terrific....who can say anything bad about her...a terrific talent...Award winning actress/dancer/choreographer..I bet the a-holes dissing Debbie would never make it through the first minute of her dance school!

I'm sorry, but a show that features interpretations of Prince's "America" for the fourth of July gets jumped by a purple shark. Not to mention the contestants performed Donna Summer's "Love to Love You, Baby," a song that Summer swears she never will perform again because of her beliefs and the fact that the song has moaning on it. That and I believe only one of the contestants can sing and not manage to screw a song up, like the guy that was dancing through Stevie Wonder's "Sir Duke." Oh, and did I mention that Fatone is a piece of wood that doesn't know songs (i.e. calling Usher's "U Don't Have To Call" "You Don't Have To Call Me") and the prizes for the contestants are lame: living in a hotel suite for a year, a contract on Johnny's Wright's label, dance lessons with Debbie Allen, etc al. I'd rather be Janet Jackson singing "Dream Street" in that ripoff jacket from "Thriller" on the 1980s version of "Fame" than to be a contestant now.

I had to blink my eyes to see if it was really Debbie Allen on the new Fame, because I always remembered her as having a dancer's body. Not any more! They must have a feeding trough in her dressing room because she's ballooning up more and more each week. The show is awful! It jumped the shark the nanosecond they decided to reproduce it. After watching it since the first show, I feel certain that Debbie Allen is either bi-polar or has had serious brain trauma. That would explain her complete lack of shame and decency, as she trots out her aged boobs and enormous ass in a sad, exhibitionistic way, while the feeble-minded co-host Joey Fatone (formerly of NSYNC) plays second fiddle to the waddling, demented mental case Debbie Allen has become. The judges lack any credentials, thereby making the whole show a farce. I agree with the above poster...the guy who attempts to rap is probably the worst rapper in the history of mankind, and he seems quite disturbed. When he gets voted off, I'm sure we'll hear about him in the news some day, as he goes on some killing spree. The female contestants hope to continue bumping and grinding their way into Debbie Allen's Dance Academy (a year of study is one of the prizes), while Debbie Allen clunks around on her ridiculous high heels, with that preposterous stick she uses to tap out the beats. I'd like to propose a new drinking game, based on this Fame show. Every time Debbie Allen goes from using the King's English into her ghetto, black-chick lexicon, one should have to do a shot.

This show is a pathetic effort to capture some of the popularity of 'American Idol'. It's been happening in show business since vaudeville (ever notice how all vaudeville acts are relatively the same). Any network or movie studio who decides to blatantly copy someone elses product has jumped the shark before the first *applause* light ques the studio audience. This show is ridiculous on so many levels it would take a team of geologists to sort it all out. A second-rate cast, b-list hosts, cashing in on a previous hit(?) show by using the same title. Before you know TNT will have their own talent show called Flashdance; it will search for America's most talented exotic dancer and will be hosted by Anna Nic Smith.

Debbie Allen is a big, pretentious loudmouth just like her sister Phylicia Rashad-whatever. I cheered when they stopped using her God-awful dance routines as part of the Oscars. They were the worst part of that show. I'd rather sit through the award for Best Sound Editing 50 times rather than watch one of her friggin interpretive dance numbers to Saving Private Ryan. She sucks, this show sucks, and is it me or is Joey Fatone starting to resemble Gizmo from "Gremlins"?

this show hasnt jumped the shark in my opinion. i think its okay, i mean it is kinda jumpin on the bandwagon of american idol, but who isnt these days? wat somebody above said b4 - Joey Fatone looks as if he's recovering from a serious case of Pink Eye, and seems more qualified to deliver pizzas than to host a talent show. First of all he doesnt look like that at all, and how many albums have u sold? him (i mean him in nsync) sold 1 million in the first day 4 NSA and 2.4 million in the first week shatterin all records. and someone else asked who is johnny wright? he's nsync's manager. so yea, some of the ppl are talented, some arent. but thats the way it is wit every talent- type tv show.

I would say that this show jumped the first day BUT watching these horrible singers on the auditions on the first episode always makes me laugh. As for the above poster who said that the white guy can't rap, you are correct BUT he is much better than most of the other male contestants who try to sing.

It is painfully obvious that Debbie Allen decided to produce this show in a sorry attempt to resurrect her sagging show business career (A Different World, which she produced, went off the air like a decade ago) as well as plug her self-important "Debbie Allen Dance Academy", where its website describes Ms. Allen and I quote: "Debbie Allen is the Founder for the Debbie Allen Dance Academy. SHE IS THE GREATEST DANCER AND INSTRUCTOR IN THE UNIVERSE." Wake up Debbie. As a woman well into your 50s, you are well past your prime to make such an outlandish claim, let alone act as if you are the be-all, end-all authority on all things music and dance.

The new and improved Fame is a vapid, inane, and pointless contest which pits starry-eyed hopefuls against each other in a battle of singing and dancing. The bloated and witchy Debbie Allen is the host and mastermind of this debacle, and is helped in her emceeing duties by the blundering lunkhead Joey Fatone. The Fame Band is good, and so are the backup singers, which only serves to underscore the dire lack of musical talent of the motley crew of competitors. Each week, we watch as all but 1 contestant attempts to give a musical performance that will keep him or her in the contest til the end. There is one guy that can't sing, so he raps, and he can't rap either. It is true agony to hear him as he tries to emulate Eminem, and instead misses the beat, tempo, and, let's face it, the boat. I can't even begin to understand the logic behind the selection of the judges. Carnie Wilson? Maybe if this was a Twinkie-eating contest, but she's hardly a person of any consequence. JJ Wright? Johnny Wright? As Jerry Seinfeld would say..."Who ARE these people?" The pitiful part of all of this is that one of these performers will end up with major money and contracts, yet in reality, they wouldn't even make the cut to be in The Partridge Family. Well, even though it's jumped the shark from the outset, now I'm hooked, and I have to watch it to see who wins. I kind of hope it's either the Chinese kid who looks like he needs a Guide Dog, the hillbilly with the 2 hoop earrings, or the good-looking black guy who's probably doing Debbie Allen backstage.

The resurrected Fame, hosted by the now-fat Debbie Allen and the squinty-eyed Joey Fatone, has become must-see TV in our house due to its' constant shark-jumping. Whoever picked the panel of "expert judges" must have been smoking crack, as they are as dim-witted and clueless as the loser contestants. One can only draw the conclusion that when Carnie Wilson had her fat sucked out during her stomach bypass operation, many, if not all, of her brain cells were flushed out too. At least her opinions are consistent...everyone's "amazing, awesome". The dorky radio dj judge with the flattened Marge Simpson hairdo is a complete nobody, and the black judge supposedly works in the music field, but obviously is way down on the food chain. Debbie Allen is the poster child for Reverse Racism, and when she speaks to the black contestants, she immediately becomes a jive-talking mama, but her language patterns are conventionally white when talking to the non-blacks. At every opportunity, Ms. Allen attempts to display as much of her old, sagging cleavage to all of the Fame viewers. Joey Fatone looks as if he's recovering from a serious case of Pink Eye, and seems more qualified to deliver pizzas than to host a talent show. The contestants are a sorry lot, and while they can certainly dance, ther vocals are comparable to drunk singers doing karaoke on vacation. Debbie Allen furthers the delusions of these wannabes by telling them "Baby, you is gonna be a STAR!" It's so embarrassing to see this middle-aged has-been squeezing into too-tight pants each week, all the while trying to distract the viewing audience from looking at her sizeable paunch by constantly thrusting her breasts into every camera shot. The worst is when she dances with the contestants right before a commercial break, and her flub is jiggling and bouncing all over the stage. Shark!