Between the beer and the fireworks this weekend, let us take a moment to remember our founding fathers. It's due to them that we have the right to vote, to speak freely -- and to watch whichever trashy reality shows we deem fit. (I think they would enjoy “LA Ink.” They were rebels, ya’ll!)
The biggest question about “So You Think You Can Dance” is not how they can do all those lifts and leaps but how they can stretch a show with only six couples into two full hours. That works out to twenty minutes per couple! I could’ve watched two full repeat episodes of “Real Housewives of New Jersey” in that amount of time!
They made it all make sense, though. Each couple performed two routines (with two sets of costumes!) and Cat also explained that partners would be reassigned next week (boo!).
For those of us still recovering from Pole Dancing Night on “Dance Your Ass Off,” last night’s episode of “SYTYCD” was refreshing. Don’t get too excited. The performance show was still a whopping 120 minutes, but solo and group numbers revived the formula, as did new partnerships.
The show kicked off with the Top 5 girls doing a Bollywood number. And get this -- the song wasn’t even from “Slumdog Millionaire”! The movements were sharp and the jumping was, well, really jumpy.
“BIG BROTHER 11”
Face it. All reality shows, whether they are competition based or not, boil down to cliques. Let’s see, there’s the Blondetourage from “Rock of Love,” the alliances on “Survivor” and, of course, the assigned labels on (best show ever!) “High School Reunion”: the Nerd, the Outcast ... the Wannabe Reality Star.
What’s more awkward than “Dating in the Dark” or Paula drumming her fingertips in wait of a deal better than Seacrest’s? (No, not “Dance Your Ass Off.” Pole dancing was last week.)
How about conducting a professional interview with someone who called you a “ho” on national televison?
Last night’s 100th episode of “So You Think You Can Dance” left me with a lot of unanswered questions.
At the top of the list: Where can I get a sequined black and gold tiger dress like Cat Deeley’s? (Go RHS Golden Tigers!)
Feeling a bit queasy from this roller-coaster called love?
Daisy choosing bad boy London and the subsequent unabashed tonsil hockey (in front of runner-up, Flex) was enough to incite vomiting without even a nibble of carnival food. (Yes, he was the one who passed out on the floor in the first episode of “Daisy of Love.”)
But then we had to endure the highs and lows of Ed’s erection issues only to be surprised by the twists and turns that Reid had in store for Jillian and “The Bachelorette” fans.
It took me almost a full week, but I’m finally able to sleep through the night without terrifying images of last week’s “So You Think You Can Dance” zombie numbers flashing through my mind. (To be fair, though, I’ve been using my David Archuleta night light.)
If I can survive that, I can survive anything, right? Wrong!
Last night’s elimination episode featured a group dance with the only thing scarier than the undead. (No, not the pageant moms from “Toddlers and Tiaras.”)
