E: Man. Nigel – or somebody – really loves Michael Jackson, huh? The show’s second tribute evening to the King of Pop goes pretty well. The Control Freaks are in top form. Just a few words after the break before I head off!
E: Surprise! Guess who was so panicked about packing (and so overtired when she last posted) that she got the dates of her own vacation wrong? You’ve got me for this one more week. Yay! Don’t you feel lucky?
E: Well. You know I’m not happy. I’m not the teeniest bit surprised, but I’m not happy.
There were some great routines, though, so thank heaven for that!
E: Ah, our birthday month, C. A great month for our family, but not typically an impressive one for Hollywood.
C: With a few exceptions, and maybe more than in your typical August. At least, so we hope.
M: Looking at the slate below, I think that this year the summer movies are actually spilling over into one of the two months that actually comprise summer. What a novel concept!
C: A few classic summer movies, and a lot of weirdness. There’s just no other word for several of these movies.
M: And with that to pique your interest, on to what’s opening… Continue reading
E: Well, that was a terrific couple hours of dance (the group routines! I swoon!) followed by an oh so predictable elimination. The two dancers the judges ranked on the most last week go home: surprise! There are a few actual surprises in store, but they relate to next week’s episode; first that next week’s a double elimination week which will take us from the top fourteen to the top ten (horrible horrible horrible), and then that after a massive block of Misty, we’ll get a new (unnamed) guest judge. Also, I’m fascinated by the way the public (including myself) are responding to the contestants. Dancers who seemed to be cannon fodder because we’d never seen them excel, while dancers who received scads of screen time falter. On the other hand, still other dancers who received lots of screen time appear critique-proof. It’s fascinating.
E: Now that’s what I’m talking about! What a fantastic show! This episode made this season came together for me; I feel like we’ve crossed the threshold, somehow. No, none of the partnerships have the sizzle that Aaron & Jasmine and obviously Fik-shun & Amy brought us last year, but still, I’m feeling pretty happy.
Now, okay, it’s kind odd that Misty Copeland was the guest judge for a second week in a row – and even odder that she’s coming back next week. I enjoy Misty as a judge very much, but I like variety, too. But no matter. This was so good, guys.
E: Some years, I feel like I have a good handle on who the partners are going to be. Last year, most of it made sense to me. Divide everyone up by height and genre, and you can get pretty close. Not this time, though. I was surprised by almost every pairing. And also, as with most sophomore efforts, I was a little underwhelmed. Hopefully next week everyone will have settled a little more into the groove of the show?
Also, Nigel spends a lot of time being nice before being a real jerk in his final send off of two devastated dancers. I’m pretty disappointed in him. I’m not disappointed by Cat’s sleek hair or loose leopard mini-dress, though, with the belt and blousing and three quarter sleeves; it’s such a fun look. She can even reconcile me to those booties.
I was delighted by the opening Top Twenty routine – a tribute to Broadway’s On the Town, the musical the winner (or winners?) will “star” in choreographed by Josh Bergasse, who won an Emmy for choreographing “Let’s Be Bad” on Smash – though not so delighted that I didn’t notice the heavy featuring of male soloists and no female ones. Odd, huh? Teddy, Emilio and Zack got solos: Ricky, Rudy and Nick (the perfect trio for the sailors, since the Miami boys can really pull off that WW2 look) got an extended – what do you call that, a group solo? There’s one brief moment where three girls (fronted of course by Jessica) sashay across the stage, but that’s it. It was just odd, because the movie On the Town does in fact include several key roles for women.