So You Think You Can Dance: Season 11, Call Back Week & Top Twenty

E:  I don’t know why, but somehow even when Cat promised last week that we’d meet the Top Twenty, I didn’t expect that this would mean no non-competitive, Meet the Top Twenty episode where we get to see the dancers in their own styles, and now I feel cheated.  That’s one of my favorite episodes of the year.  Can you just imagine what a piece involving 6 ballroom dancers would have looked like?  I want to cry.

But instead, I will sniffle back my tears and talk about all the good moments of this episode, which were many.  Team Ballroom!  Team Ballet!  Team Ricky Ueeda!

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So You Think You Can Dance: Atlanta Audtions, Season 11

E: So that’s where the great street dancers have been hiding – in the ATL!   Bring on the boys of Atlanta and the rest of the South.

We get two quite guest judges with actual dance backgrounds (huzzah!) and the one truly ugly audition of the season, largely remarkable because we see our head judge turn from kindly/pervy Uncle Nigel into King Nigel Who Must Not Be Disrespected.

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So You Think You Can Dance: Season 11, Chicago and L.A. Auditions

E: The ladies ruled the So You Think stage this week for sure!  Two hours, two days of auditions, two different cities, and lots to love.

Geek that I am, I’m really enjoying the new intros, picking out favorite dances of the past underneath all the pseudo-scientific scribbling.  Eliana, twice!  Fik-shun and tWitch!  Tiffany Maher!  And I love that they’re using different intros when they return from commercials, too.  Just cool. I even enjoyed catching sight of Tanisha Belknap’s red shoes from last week in the audition prep footage.  I love trying to figure out who’s who as the figures whirl through the air.

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So You Think You Can Dance: Season 11, New Orleans and Chicago Auditions

E: It might be in the forties outside, but summer has officially come to my house – So You Think You Can Dance is back! No, I’m not kidding about the temperature.  In fact, we’ve had to invent a word to cover the local weather – drismal.  But that’s okay. Dance makes the sun shine indoors, and even the egregious addition of Justin Bieber cannot get me down.

More about He Who Must Not Be Named later – first, welcome to the Big Easy, where Mary Murphy and Nigel Lythgoe are joined by celebrity judge Wayne Brady.  Despite my preference for dance professionals as judges, my old fondness for Whose Line Is It Anyway keeps my frustration level pretty low. That, and the fact that the annoying judge on this panel is clearly skeevy Nigel.  Cat tells us they’re looking for “athletes of dance” and the show debuts a new opener, which takes a bunch of classic routines (lots of Melanie!) and writes physics equations all over them.  Well, okay, I’m not sure there are actual numbers, but lots of lines and arrows and slowing down and speeding up to suggest the science of motion.  Very snazzy.

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