E: Okay, so. If you have seen the episode, and you read this site, you can probably guess at least two of my reactions without me telling you. Since this is a blog, however, I guess I need to actually tell you, and not just make you guess.
First, I can’t believe they’re dragging out the Academy one more week, and now we’re not going to get any live shows until August. We’ve had a freaking month of the Academy! I’m sorry, that’s so not cool. At least this episode featured actual dance routines, but geez, man. What are we going to get, four live shows? Why must you keep breaking my heart, SYT?
Speaking of which, you know the other thing. Worst elimination decision ever. Best dancer of the season gone, and WHY? Boo, hiss, stupid judges.
E: You did not. You did not just do that. You did not just take an awesome Top Twenty and then tell them we’re only going to get ten after making Top Twenty their goal the whole time? I HATE that. I hate tiny seasons. I hate the contestants not getting to dance with each other. Do you hear me, Nigel? Lamest, meanest twist EVER.
Sigh. Okay. Wondering what else happened, besides the producers sucking? And besides me finally figuring out that Cat was pregnant, ironically only 3 weeks after she gave birth? (Congrats, Cat!) Read on and I’ll tell you about the shocking cuts and the people they kept despite them messing up. I’ll try not to splatter bile over everything.
E: This week’s episode encapsulates pretty much everything we expect from this phase of a reality show competition. There is triumph. There are tears. There are nerves and passionate speeches, rude words and heartbreak and injury. Through it all, there’s brief glimpses of some really good dancing, but this kind of episode is more about the trying and failing and also the name recognition as we inch ever closer to the Top Twenty. Not to mention stardom by osmosis since the Academy’s taking place in L.A.’s famed Dolby Theater, occasional home to the Oscar telecast.