![]() Instead, and this is the part where things go from “bad” to “truly unforgivable”, Alter Ego has to claw its emotional content from other sources. And that is incredibly difficult to achieve when your performance is pushed through a sub-par Snapchat filter that makes you look like the embalmed half-cousin of the Crazy Frog. The thrill of a singing contest traditionally comes from watching a contestant combat their nerves and deliver a soaring, emotionally dynamic performance that leaves everyone in floods of tears. They look more like they belong in a museum of criminal taxidermy. Their mouths have a depressingly limited range of motion. It’s hard to accurately describe quite how inept these avatars are. No, we live in the universe where to watch Alter Ego is to witness an array of dead-eyed, herky-jerky PlayStation 2 non-player characters wobble and lurch through some of the most forgettable songs of the last 15 years. Sadly, at least based on the screener I was sent, we do not live in that universe. There is a universe in which Alter Ego contains nothing but beautiful, expressive, photo-realistic CGI characters that exist to heighten the joy and drama of each performance. Make no mistake, these avatars are desperately ugly. But obviously you don’t want to see that, because you place value in your ability to not constantly wake up screaming every single time you fall asleep. If you ever wanted to see a dreary power ballad belted out by a pink fairy, or an androgynous alien with tentacles for hair, then Alter Ego is the show for you. Meanwhile, out on the studio floor, their movements are recreated in real time by a computer-generated avatar. The premise of Alter Ego is as follows: a procession of singers dress up in skintight mo-cap garb and then perform a song backstage. This is because the enduring global mystery of the next 50 years deserves to be “How the hell did this charred wreckage of a series ever get made?” ![]() I guarantee that people will be talking about Alter Ego for decades to come. Now the singing competition has landed upon Alter Ego a show so catastrophic, so legitimately nightmarish in both concept and execution, that it deserves to be drowned in concrete and hidden at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Evidently, however, progress isn’t always a good thing.
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