So You Think You Can Dance? We don't.

I watched a whole lotta TV today, so I'm not completely sure what to write about today. So much has happened in my [TV] life. Good friends have died (LOST), people I hate may steal my adolescent dream of starring on Broadway (MTV's Legally Blonde: Search for the Next Elle Woods!), simpletons have triumphed (Tila Tequila's Shot at Love 2), but most importantly: TWO DANCERS WERE SENT HOME ON FOX'S "SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE?".

Let me begin by saying I LOVE this show. Dance is one of my favorite types of performance (I'll bet you didn't know that I was the dance captain for my high school's production of Footloose: The Musical) and this show spotlights real dancers doing some really incredible things.

For those of you unfamiliar with the show: no worries. This season has just begun so you have plenty of time to become emotionally attached to the twenty (now eighteen) contestants before one is crowned America's Favorite Dancer. Which by the way, is one of the other reasons I love the show. Right there in the title, the producers concede that the winner is not America's Best Dancer, but their favorite. Granted, we trust the judges to hand pick the top twenty dancers from a pool of thousands, but after that it's in the hands of the untrained American eye.

Last night was the two hour performance premiere in which ten male/female partners dance everything from disco, to tango, to hip-hop, broadway, and contemporary. America (including yours truly) vote for their favorite couples and the bottom three must then dance for their lives the next night in front of the judges.

Let's go ahead and start with my favorite and least favorite dances of the week. A big shout out to Katee and Joshua for this hip-hop routine:



And a big BOO to my least favorite: Rayven and Jamie with their hip-hop routine:




If you've DVR'd this weeks episodes and are (for some unknown reason) still waiting to watch them, avoid the rest of this blog as it is spoiler-rific.

Cat Deeley (the eight foot tall British blonde bombshell hired to host the show) pysched us all out by bringing forward three couples and threatening to announce who would be in danger for elimination. After hearing rave reviews for each of the couples she reveals that they're ALL SAFE. You punk'd me alright Cat. I for sure thought at least ONE of them would be in the bottom three. Tricky temptress you.

Cat eventually reveals the bottom three couples: Kortni (who looks like Cameron Diaz)/Matt, Rayven/Jamie, and the surprise couple of Jessica/Will. The six dancers performed their mindblowingly short solos (they're supposed to convince the judges to keep them with fifteen seconds of dancing?), Cat brings in the Pussycat Dolls to keep the masses entertained while the judges confer "backstage" (where there are cameras) about who to send home (even though it's painfully obvious at this stage of the game).

The Pussycat Dolls grind on each other, shake their asses, and I'm pretty sure Nicole even sang a little bit. The performances on this show are always great because the groups have to dance a lot more than they normally would so it almost makes sense that they're performing on said program.


After the commercial break nobody was surprised to see Rayven and Jamie get the ax. The best part? Cat has the audacity of showing them a montage of "some of their greatest moments on the show", which consist of their one performance from the previous night and clips of them sitting in the cold waiting to audition. And at the end of each clip Cat says, "And those were only a few of your great moments!". Listen, nobody but these individual dancers and their respective family/friends care. They've been on the show for a week, and weren't as good as the rest of the cast, so I can't imagine too many were emotionally attached at this point. Don't get me wrong, I have the utmost respect for all of the dancers on the show, I'm just saying that the "long farewell" act seemed out of place and a little absurd.

At any rate, their five minutes of fame seem to be up. So here's one for me, and one for the departed homies. Peace.





OH. And why in the world would the producers have random popper/lockers on the show tonight instead of last year's champion Sabra? Mad love goes out for her (absence) tonight.