SO YOU THINK YOU CAN VOTE: The most impressive thing about So You Think You Can Dance has been that America has gotten the vote right week after week after week. Apparently this let-the-judges-select-the-bottom-two/three thing works. Rah.
Excluding Jamile, who really ought to be going home next week, we're left with a group of talented dancers without specific flaws, and it will become a question of style and performance and who the voters like better. This week's female vote presents an interesting quandary along those lines: Ashle v. my hometown girl Melissa. I find them fairly indistinguishable from talent and versatility perspectives. So it's a question of whether you like your 20-year-old blondes boppy and chirpy (Melissa) or grounded and sophisticated (Ashle). (I swear there's no "y" at the end of her name.)
And thank GOD that Melody was finally partnered with someone who deserved to still be on the show. You could see the unmitigated relief on her face when Blake drew her name from the hat. After weeks of subpar partners, Melody finally got to just dance without having to figure out how to get a hip hopper or a breakdancer to adequately fumble their way through a lyrical routine. I've been meaning to mention this for weeks, but Melody is to dancing what Sasha Cohen is to figure skating -- all grace and long lines. (Minus the choking, however.)
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