A campy Broadway number with the finalists opens the show. Ladies in garters! Guys in bowlers! In the end, a dancer throws up wads of money and a close up of one bill shows Nigel Lythgoe’s face. I can’t see whether or not it says “In Lythgoe We Trust.”
Cat Deeley walks through a stage door and good lord she’s gorgeous. Not only that, but she’s a personable host who doesn’t mess up the intros. (Take note, Billy Cyrus. I can’t face Nashville Star because of his clunky read-like-a-robot-intros but then, this is a guy who sang “Achy Breaky Heart.”) When she hugs the finalists, she means it. I’d like her to hug me. Close. And whisper to me in that charming accent that everything will be OK and … oops, sorry, I’ll come back from my daydream and tell y’all what happened on Thursday’s results show where one guy and one girl are sent packing. And I don’t mean the kind that involves stuffing your pants although … oh never mind.
Each couple is brought out while Deeley talks about their dances and the judges’ reaction. When Kherington and Twitch, and Katee and Joshua take the stage I think, huh? No one from that group can be in the bottom three, can they? Deeley turns to Katee and Joshua and grimly intones, “It’s not you.” I’m prepared to throw things at the screen on behalf of Kherington and Twitch when Deeley quickly turns to the other couple and says, “It’s not you either.” Such an eruption of jumping and laughing happens that I’m sure that every homeless puppy finds a home and all people are healthy and happy and peace and love forever reign in this world. Deeley has to nudge them off stage. “Go now, little ones,” Deeley murmurs, “I’ve got to send some other unfortunate dancers to the bottom three.”
Who does end up in the bottom three? Kourtni and Matt, Comfort and Thayne, and Courtney and Gev. Huh? Courtney and Gev? After that wonderful hip-hop routine, I’m really surprised.
The bottom six dancers “dance for their lives.” Each is wonderful, if not a bit predictable. Gev proves his B-boy status well. After a commercial break Comfort does her hip-hop thing and the contrast is noticeable. Not a single move makes me think wow. Yeah, she’s got the rolls and she uses the floor well but Gev is clearly the better breaker.
Somewhere in all this, popper Robert Muraine performs. Remember him? He’s the guy who took himself out of the finals because he had trouble with choreographies. Damn he’s good. Are you taking notes, Comfort? This is how you hit it. He waves and rubber bands and locks his way through “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now).” When he gets to a back bend that goes down incrementally inch by inch I rub my eyes and wonder if I’ve overdone my meds. His website says he works part-time as a plumber. I’ll bet that stops soon.
The judges go off the deliberate while One Republic performs.
When they return, the girls are up first. Lythgoe comments that the decision was not unanimous. Kourtni is going home. What? It’s not Comfort? Not fair! It’s not surprising, however, that all the judges agree that Matt should be sent home.
This week? If Comfort and Thayne don’t go home, I’m joining a convent. (But then, that just cranks up fantasies rife with rulers and habits and dark hallways.) Anyway, it’ll be interesting to see what this week brings. How do you think it’ll go?