THE KEY QUESTION: WILL THE FRIENDSHIPS LAST LONG AS THE MOUNTAINS STAND? Despite having seen Dirty Dancing at least six or seven times during the summer of 1987 alone, I am more than a little skeptical of the WE Network's reality show of the same name, which debuts Wednesday night. Setting aside the whole Cris "Dude, where's my h?" Judd thing, the concept has one likely insurmountable flaw. Eighteen female dancers will be taught by six male instructors, thereby all but ensuring that the whole enterprise will feel much more Temptation Island than Kellerman's.
I did, however, just notice one small redeeming factor: one of the six instructors de la danse obscène is none other than SYTYCD's Artem Chigvintsev. Still not Patrick Swayze, but getting closer. (Speaking of Artem: for those of you who are still watching this season's vastly improved The O.C., wasn't that Artem dancing with Julie Cooper-Nicol-Cooper-Roberts-Cooper at that club back a couple weeks ago?)
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