Original airdate: 9/2/09
Well, here we are, the beginning of the first-ever fall season of So You Think You Can Dance, and it’s starting with…a recap show? I know that all reality shows to a certain extent wind up with certain performances/recipes/dress designs/dog stylings/crazy singles/whatever else TV producers think they can shoehorn into a elimination competition that will live on, either in our hearts or in infamy. However, am I wrong in saying the the Dance crew seems to be more self-reverential than the average? After all, Season 5 ended barely a month ago, in which we had a 100th episode which featured great dances of the past, and the season finale which basically serves as a season-long recap anyway. Yet here we are again, with yet another episode featuring, this time, The 15 Best Routines Ever.
My immediate reaction upon hearing this was “I will NOT sit throug that Cancer Dance again. With God as my witness, I will fast forward it. Oh, wait…15? That means I have to see The Hummingbird, The Bench and Mia’s Flower Filled Father Fantasy. Ugh!” Don’t get me wrong…each of those dances were wonderful in their own way, but all have been so relentlessly flogged since that they have lost any effect on me. Anyway, enough complaining about the existence of this show, and onto the actual proceedings.
The show starts, and even my cold heart warms to the sound of the theme music…”nah-nah-nah-nah…so-you-think-you-can-DANCEdancedance…” The show opens, and out walks…Nigel Lythgoe. Unacceptable. I restrained myself from yelling “Wrong Brit!” at the TV and instead scrawled hurriedly in my notes “NO CAT!?! WHAT THE @#$%!!!! NO EMMY NOD AND NOW THIS!?!?” I can only assume the the Charmazon wasn’t asked to host this because she didn’t host the show the first season. I actually didn’t watch that season, and am glad of it because my memories of the show are Deeley-pure.
Nigel naturally leads us into one of SYTYCD’s signature montages, complete with mind-blowing tricks and lots of expressive arm extensions. I see a glimpse of Adam Shankman! Shankers! Now if I can see Toni Basil all of my favorite guest judges will have been featured. Oh, and Debbie Allen too, please. This leads us into the first season, which as I said I didn’t watch, so I am somewhat excited to see some new routines. First up are Destini and Jamile doing a Shane Sparks hip-hop routine. I haven’t heard of either of these two, which makes me fairly confident neither of them won the season, but I have to say the routine is really good. And brings into stark relief just how truly poor most of the hip-hop last season was…in fact even the better hip-hop routines from last season can’t hold a candle to this one. I enjoy.
I notice in a quick flash to the judges that Nigel’s hair is less annoying, seeming more like an actual style and less like a Farrah Fawcett mullet. I also notice that Mary’s is more annoying, darker than usual with that always attractive strip of highlight. These people have teams of stylists working on them, why is no one stepping up to the plate on this? Get on it, gays! Also, I’m slightly disappointed but not really surprised that it’s a clip show…it would have been a lot to get all of these dancers back to re-learn all of this material.
Then it’s on to speaking about the winner of the season, Nick and the runner-up Melody, who are performing a Tyce D’Orio Broadway routine. I will admit up front that I am not a Tyce fan. I don’t like him on the judges panel where I find him unhelpful and mean, and his routines tend to be incredibly boring. Oh, but they’re dancing to “All That Jazz,” I love Chicago! I’m a little bewildered as to why the Ute Lemper version is being used as opposed to the Bebe Neuwirth or Chita Rivera version, but then again, I’ve never understood Tyce. The routine is…um…how shall I…zzzzzzz…oh I’m sorry, how long was I out? Seriously? Because of this I’m not going to get to see Neil and Sara’s Doriana Sanchez disco, which is still one of the most fun routines I’ve ever seen, even discounting the fact that Neil is dreamy? That routine was just sub-par. It’s I Can’t Believe It’s Not Fosse.
Two dances down, thirteen to go. Season Two is up next, which I also didn’t watch much of, but feel certain that I will see The Bench and The Black Mambo, both of which are spoken of constantly. I’ll also get to see Cat Deeley at some point! Cat, if you’re reading this, please come hang out in Brooklyn, I’ll show you a good time and we can go back to my place and you can try on amazing clothes, and I’ll be in awe of what ridiculous outfits you can actually manage to make look wearable! The Black Mambo’s up first (I love being right), with cousins Benji and Heidi. It’s a fun routine, even the 8,000th time I’ve seen it. I have to admit to still being honestly impressed by her slide down his body in the beginning, which just looks painful.
After that we have a routine I have never seen before, choreographed by Tyce. If I had known this was to be a Tyce D’Orio retrospective, I would have popped a bottle of wine going in. Oh, but it’s to “Why” by Annie Lennox, I love this song, and this time he hasn’t chosen some random cover of it. Ivan and Alison are the dancers…I enjoy it much more than the Broadway routine from earlier, though one thing that bothers me are all the internal cuts in the song. That’s really no one’s fault, it just is always jarring when you know the piece of music. Well, actually, if Nigel and Co. wanted to devote less time to say, oh I don’t know, uncontrolled shrieking or relentless self-congratulations, we might have time for longer dances. But then the dancers would probably all become injured, and then we wouldn’t have the show at all. Everyone carry on then.
The Bench! OMG!! I can’t believe it!!! I really can’t say anything about this routine that hasn’t already been said. Nigel’s probably said it twice. I hit the fast forward button just to warm up my thumb for the incoming Terminal Illness Extravaganza.
Season Three! This was my first season with the show, and I’m very excited for this one. So, of course, we delay that with a short screaming Mary Murphy montage, which I suppose is probably to commemorate her joining the show as a permanent judge. Now, I have to say, I find the banshee-like caterwauling less annoying than many people, if only because when she does have something real to say, she always impresses me with her knowledge. Further, I would rather her scream than pull her whole “Oh-I’m-going-to-say-it-was-bad-NOI’MKIDDINGITWASAMAZING!!!” tomfoolery. Just let the woman scream and talk about dance, stop asking her to be clever.
We start out Season Three nostalgia with The Hummingbird by Hok and Jaime. Wait, is this the first Wade Robson routine being featured? Odd, it always feels like a Celebrity Death Match between the him and Mia Michaels for Most Favored Choreographer. It’s a good routine. It used to be great, but I just don’t want to watch it anymore.
Neil and Sabra! “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)!” Yes they are, Mandy Moore, yes they are. I love this routine, and not only because, as I mentioned previously, Neil is adorable. I mean, he’s fully clothed in it, that can’t be the only reason. I was also a Sabra devotee, from fairly early on in the season…I even rooted for her against Neil, but that may have been more because I liked the thought of Neil needing to be comforted. Anyway, two of my favorite dancers, one of the best routines on tonight or any night. Completely different from everything else, not at all derivative and really, really sexy.
Next up is Lacey and Danny’s samba, and Lauren and Pasha’s hip-hop. I can’t say I remember either routine from the season, and I can’t say I wrote much down about them in my notes. Which probably means that they were good and none of the costumes were too outlandish. I was never much of a Lacey or Danny fan, so that probably hurt that routine in my eyes. And I was furious when Lauren beat out Sara for a spot in the top 6, so there’s still that lingering resentment.
On to Season 4! Season 4 was a hard one for me…I had fallen in love with the show the previous season, and to have new dancers on it…well, let’s just say I did not find favorites quite as easily as I had before. Season 4 was also the introduction of the Mohawk of Crazy that is Sonya Tayeh, and first up is one of her routines for Mark and Courtney (who, through no real fault of her own, has the distinction of being perhaps the most hard-to-place final four contestant that I can remember.) It’s an interesting routine, one that clearly played to Mark’s strengths, and he shines in it. It’s always nice to see a choreographer and a dancer that “get” each other.
Season 4 also brought Napolean and Tabitha to us, who I enjoy as well. Their “Bleeding Love” routine is also heavily flogged by the SYTYCD crowd, but I don’t mind watching this one again. At least, not until I finally notice Chelsea’s outfit. How have I missed this for a year, that thing is hideous. It looks like a Project Runway contestant’s misguided idea of hip-hop…I can almost hear Tim Gunn now.
“I’m…concerned. How does this floral tutu-esque piece relate to the rest of the outift? It seems out of place. Is she a woman fighting for her husband or a 12-year old throwing a tantrum? Make it work!”
Next we have Katee and Joshua, my two favorites from this season, but unfortunately they’re doing a Mia Michaels routine which, in my opinion, is most memorable for Katee’s hair being styled in a way I’m fairly sure La Michaels has sported herself more than once. It’s not bad…I just would have rather seen their “No Air” routine, or their samba. Much better for me.
Season 5! Home stretch! First up is Brandon and Jeanette, doing what Nigel calls “the best disco in So You Think You Can Dance history.” Um…it doesn’t feature Neil and Sara, so I think Nigel’s been hitting the sauce harder than he hits on scantily clad female contestants. Nevertheless, this dance is awesome…it’s slightly possible that I prefer the Season 3 disco based on never really warming to Brandon as a performer. Next up is Mia Michaels’ ode to addiction featuring Kayla and Kupono, which is another example of a choreographer’s vision being put on the two correct dancers. This is a really good dance, and I think dealt with difficult subject matter without beating the audience over the head with how IMPORTANT it was…like certain other dances which shall remain nameless.
Then we have our fifteenth dance! And it’s…”If It Kills Me,” featuring Jason and Jeannine? I smell a rat. There is absolutely no way that Cancer Dance is not getting featured on this show. Never mind the fact that that horse, at this point, is an undentifiable, bloodied mass of flesh on the ground, it will continue being beaten! And the beatings will continue until morale improves! What? Oh, right, Jason and Jeannine. I actually love this dance…I think it accomplishes something very romantic and sweet, and it’s beautifully danced by someone who maybe never got his due, and someone who was a great champion. They finish, and a little glimmer of hope alights in my soul that maybe, just maybe, the show is over.
And then Nigel pisses all over my soul, puts out the glimmer and announces that we will now be subjected to “his favorite dance in the entire run of the show,” and, of course, there is no doubt what this will be. Sure enough, cue Tyce D’Orio and his story about how he created the piece, and what it means to him and blah blah blah I just can’t. Fast forward, bitches.
Here’s my thing about this dance. The fact is, I believe that it’s a great dance. I believe that it is a great example of art, and it is wonderful that this show exists and such pieces can be created and shown to an audience of millions every week. However, I do NOT believe that the people responsible for creating it, distributing it and winning Emmys for it should take it as their God-given duty to tell the rest of us how moved we should be. The fact is, if Tyce had never mentioned cancer, and merely said that he was creating a piece for a friend who was going through a hard time, and Melissa had come out with that scarf wrapped around her head, there is not a single person who would not have understood what the piece was about. But, instead, the piece was packaged and explained and pimped out to the point of nausea. And the sad part is, that by doing so, the dance’s impact was greatly lessened.
Art is limited by being defined. That dance could have been something that spoke to the soul, and instead was forced into something that spoke to the head. And that pisses me off. After all, when I’m not writing bitchy recap blogs about television shows, I’m an artist myself. Next time, I think Nigel and Co. should just leave well enough alone, and see if maybe, just maybe, we can understand that something is great all by ourselves.
So, what do you guys think? Am I being too hard on Tyce and his dances? Who is the best guest judge of all (I’m torn between Toni Basil and Shankers)? Who’s excited for LA auditions next week?