“So You Think You Can Dance” Recap: Debbie Does Dances

Debbie Allen

And now, Debbie Allen‘s review of this So You Think You Can Dance recap: “Louis! You shined tonight. You brought us into your shine. We needed to be brought there, and you brought it. We were there with you. With you, Louis. There’s a play called A Delicate Balance — there was a balance, and you were so, so delicate on it. I don’t know why you keep ending in the bottom every week, but let me tell you: This week? You’re the top. You really were. The top of the bottom. Which is still the bottom. The bottom. Thank you.”

Really, what else needs to be said? Debbie Allen guest-judged and brought a bindle full of wisdom with her. She ruled, and she only sounded like an impromptu Maya Angelou poem six or seven times. The final ten dancers were paired with all-stars, and that meant we were reacquainted with ubertalented uberbeings like tWitch, Robert Roldan, Melanie, and Comfort. Pretty fab, and I only wept for years when the judges eliminated my blond sex mascot Nico and that dynamite superhero Makenzie in the eleventh hour. We’re gearing up for the end of the season, but before we get there (Debbie Allen emphasis), let’s break down tonight’s 10 routines according to fun, being hot, costume colors, and actual quality if there’s time.

Tucker and Robert: Brotherly Love?

Well, what am I supposed to do? Not love the boy-bonding routine featuring sexy Tucker and sultry Robert in tearful throes? I know Travis Wall claimed the whole routine was about brothers (otherwise, why would two male dancers EVER touch each other, CAN I GET AN AMEN, NIGEL?), and maybe it even was. But in any case it was refreshing to see two guys tenderly move and emote with one another on the SYTYCD stage. Such a necessary routine for this show, and Travis was smart for choreographing it. I actually wish we heard less about the terrifying backstories linking these dancers together, because it made judging the routine objectively almost impossible. Still: Fine gents. Robert will always be my season 7 Gay Porn Aladdin.

Jasmine and Marko: Throbbin’ Thicke

Nigel was right to point out the tremendous blend of styles in this jazz routine, even if the costuming was a straight Janelle Monae ripoff and the music was the not-so-jazzy “Blurred Lines.” Jasmine once again jived and kicked like an Amazonian Rockette, and I was dead-eyed on her flawless sauciness throughout the routine. That’s impressive considering that Marko’s beauty is masculine and gigantic. Those two looked like showstopping Animaniacs in their black and white suits, which means, officially, we should call ourselves “zany to the max.”


Amy and Brandon: I Will Always Love To Remix You

OK, I can’t give Mary Murphy too much credit for pointing out the obvious crappiness of the “I Will Always Love You” remix chosen for this “disco” routine because last season she wept at the original version like The Bodyguard had just opened at Mann’s Chinese. I’ll say this about the nutty choreography on display: It was effing speedy, and Amy performed it like a proper vixen and — most impressive for me? — maintained a mile-wide smile from beginning to end. I’m still gawping at the insane death drop that almost left Amy in gilded smithereens on center stage. That used to happen to Lauren Hutton all the time at Studio 54. Best and most accurate disco routine ever!

Aaron and Kathryn: An Ideal Husband

Aw, an emotional husband-and-wife dance! What could be worse? Ugh, get this, it was really, really good. The chemistry between Aaron and Kathryn, who wrapped her body around Aaron’s elegantly lumbering frame at least 1,800 times, was evident and tingle-worthy. I often think Aaron’s emotionality lacks gravitas, but something about Kathryn’s energy and his fixated stare made up the difference in a big way. Is he the frontrunner to win on the male side? Er, I’d say so? It’s just so hard to think critically about that half of the competition when my husband Nico isn’t going to be a part of the finale. You understand.

Fik-Shun and Melanie: Ugh, Try It Again With Con-Fik-Shun.

First of all, give it up for all-star Melanie’s hair, which is the kind of curly-yet-frizzy bob I’d expect Marsha Mason to have right now. Also: Give it up for Melanie in general because she somersaulted, slid under splits, and super-smiled her way to victory here. Fik-Shun was an admirable foil in this athletic event, but never quite as assured or electric. I’d appreciate slightly more shade thrown his way. A lamp top will do! Ahhh, shade.


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