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IT'S A WIN-WIN: Not only did Jermaine walk away with a victory, but the former backup singer proved that everything sounds better with a massive gospel choir behind you.
Jermaine Paul is crowned the season two winner after an endless series of performances and montages| Published May 9, 2012
It's been one crazy journey, hasn't it, Voice fans? It seems like only yesterday that Christina was exploring lilliputian headwear options, or that Katrina Parker was re-enacting her infamous mold story, or that RaeLynn was yelling at us from behind a hay bale. Yes, it's been quite the ride, and it all culminated in Tuesday's elimination episode, which featured approximately 110 minutes of filler and about 10 minutes of actual, as-promised results.
The verdict? After three months of blind auditions, battles and live performances, Jermaine Paul walked away with the official title of being The Voice's season 2 winner. In second place came Juliet Simms, long thought to be the one to beat -- and, technically, Jermaine did just that. Crooning in third place was Tony Lucca, whose gigantic fan base could potentially have banded together to push their favorite Mouseketeer into the top spot. And in fourth came Il Divo redux Chris Mann, whose Groban-esque vibrato brought him close to the title, but not close enough.
The show started off exciting enough, with a fabulously fantastic performance of the Jackson Five's "I Want You Back." I'm slightly biased since it's my second favorite song of all time, but beyond that, the performance was a blast of energy that kicked off the show. It was hands down one of the most fun performances on the show this season, courtesy of Jermaine Paul and an assembled crew of eliminated boys: Jamar Rogers, whom we miss dearly; Pip, whom we also miss dearly; and James Massone, who wore a headband again.
Our first montage of the night was a blooper reel, and it was funny enough, sure. We got to see the coaches giggle and make funny faces and say silly things about each other. But little did we know that the montages would not be so welcome throughout the rest of the evening, multiplying with greater frequency than the Saw movies and offering less and less creative insight into the inner workings of Adam, Blake, Cee Lo and Christina. Did we really need three minutes of Adam and Blake talking about their platonic bromance?
NEXT: A night filled with awkward pairings (Flo Rida and Juliet? Really?)