So I usually try to be somewhat positive and crap :P (except when I write about Apesh*t Bush) but this has gone on too long.
Yes America, I realize that you like 18-year-old blondes from small towns. I recognize that that is the exact profile of who always wins Playmate of the Year. (You're telling me you don't watch Girls Next Door?)
But Midwestern tastelessness aside, let us be blind no longer: Chelsie Hightower must not be in the finale.
Has anyone noticed yet that week after week she miraculously draws some ballroom dance or other from the hat? And this week she was even given rumba - Latin being her specialty. I have yet to recall her in a contemporary routine.
Moving v. DancingWhy has she not danced in that form ever? Because it would expose her lack of maturity.
Though she is only a year younger than Katee, my prediction last week for winner, they are eons apart in maturity. And here's the rub:
Depth is the single characteristic that takes someone from a good mover (Chelsie) to a dancer (Katee and the wrongly left out Will).
As promised last week, here is Will's final solo. Note the moment he takes to soak in the music and emotion before he leaps onto the stage. This solo in particular evokes the experience of being on SYTYCD. He almost lovingly caresses the stage steps - a movement of acknowledging all he and the other dancers have gone through.
Yes, you can win ballroom competitions for your perfect form and snazzy showmanship. It's either carriage and pointed toes or dropping into the ground and flashing veneers.
But when the stage is bare and you have only the music and your bare feet and no Tabitha and Napoleon routine or Mark Kanemura to partner with you, how well will you express what sound and joy and sorrow look like from your pinky toe to your longest finger?
This Utah high schooler has strutted across the stage doing the same hip swivels every single week as her solo and America the Dumb is buying it.
I had to remind myself tonight, with Nigel's help, that this is an entertainment show and people who, in his words, "could care less about dancing" are watching. This is not a competition for America's Best Dancer or even Most Qualified, but America's Favorite Dancer.
In which case the Girls Next Door should think about trying out next year.