This show begins with a strong series of strong art competitions that we are experiencing through a large group of celebrities who are engaged in a strong art competition. The contest begins, as celebrities seem to wear costumes to hide identities from everyone, and perhaps one singer may be thrown out every week and the singer is unconvinced. Top six famous singers Peacock, Hippo, Monster and other different masks will begin the season.
Little about this production seems self-aware enough to suggest its charming, interesting moments happened on purpose. Except for the costumes! The costumes, really, are good.
It's The Voice, except instead of turning your chair around, it turns your chair ever-so-slightly closer to the grave. There's nothing left to do but swing from the chandelier for as long as we can.
In a broadcast landscape rife with reality-competition shows that recycle the same format... The Masked Singer feels less like a straightforward take on the genre-and more like a corner of Weird Twitter brought to life by some unholy Hollywood ritual.
Like the worst and corniest decor you've ever affixed to your refrigerator, it's pretty terrible, but you can't deny that it's magnetic. And unlike a lot of performance shows, it's not vicious. It's easy.
