E: Hullo, dance fans! Two hours, two cities, two celebrity superfan judges, and some really smokin’ dance. Not too shabby for a Tuesday night.
E: Cat tried a new dance style! Do I really need to say more than that? Okay, fine. What Mary said: “gonna be a good episode – hee hee hee.”
E: YES! They’re back, baby! Summer is officially here. The judges are back and wearing bow ties for Jesse Tyler Ferguson. They’re back with pirouettes and headstands and flips and pot stirrers and every good thing. (And that’s part of the joy – the worst we got from 2013′s first episode of So You Think were a few dancers who were more sweet or inspiring than brilliant. Sign me up for the mockery-free dance extravaganza! My impressions of the first batch of candidates are after the jump.
E: You may have noticed that we skipped last week’s penultimate episode of Castle, season 4. Sorry about that, folks! But because last week’s episode kicked into a gear the whole “where is this relationship headed” dilemma set in motion by The Squab and the Quail, I figure it’d be a good idea to must a little chatter about that in with our normal sized recap (and potentially king-sized grumbling fit) of this week’s season finale.
M: It may be without C, however, as she is dealing with the end of the school year craziness. And my big sis neglected to mention that we missed the episode before that as well, but we have a legit excuse for that one… because the episode centered around a bomb threat, they didn’t air it here in Boston. Because, you know, we’re not “strong” enough to watch a TV show involving a bomb.
E: Idiots. But hey, at least it was just a clip show. They probably did us a favor.
M: But I digress, let’s get back to Castle and Beckett.
E: Sigh. I guess. I hate it when shows pull this kind of crap.
E: All the interviews and reports promised it: in the season finale, Alicia will finally make her choice! Our notoriously cagey heroine will pick a side, and lordy but it’s been a long time coming. Fans everywhere rejoiced; even the most hardcore shippers have wilted, exhausted by the love triangle and desperate for the uncertainty to end. Move us forward, Alicia!
And so she did, and it was more purely revolutionary than we could have imagined. I have to say, I am pretty damn stoked; I’ve been advocating for that course for months, but I never thought it would actually happen. We have an answer. Shame on us, though, for asking the wrong question.