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Mary, has Sex improved for you this year?

Last night was the launch of this season's So You Think You Can Dance. I'm so thrilled. <--- Not being ironic, facetious, or sarcastic; I'm completely sincere.

However, I'm not a big fan of the auditions because---although not to the same degree as American Idol which capitalizes on it disgustingly---it's really a time of humiliation for quite a few people. It would be one thing if the people were simply not good enough, but then we have people like "Sex" seriously thinking his dancing is professional level. For the second time.

And that's when you get Nigel Lythgoe turning to Mary Murphy and asking, "So Mary---and I can't believe I'm asking you this---but has Sex improved for you this year?"

And poor Mary had to say she was afraid not.

Generally, there are plenty of tremendous dancers. I love watching dance. So I eagerly await the season: the dancers and the choreography.

Maybe we will get more moments like these:

One of my favorite dancers from last season, Allison, doing a solo (~minute and half):


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One of my favorite routines---Travis and Benji doing a truly entertaining Shane Sparks hip hop routine (long, over four minutes recorded, but you only need about 2 minutes of it):


Travis And Benji SYTYCD - The best bloopers are here

One of the most moving contemporary routines---Heidi and Travis duet to Celine Dion's "Calling You" (~minute and a half)


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copyright 2007 Julie Pippert

Comments

cinnamon gurl said…
One of my favourite numbers last year was Ivan and Allison's tango. But I'm a softie for the b-boys. I LOVED Musa. And I LOVED his name.
Julie Pippert said…
Oh oh yes! I did not find the tango---found that hot Cuban Rumba Heidi and Travis (?right?) did.

I did also see Musa's solo---oh he was GOOOD!!!! Yes, loved him.

Flashing back on all those dances, watching the videos...it just makes me that much more eager for this season. :)
Gwen said…
Okay, so I don't drive race cars, but we can totally bond over this show. I was SOOO excited last night for it, it was sick. Sick, I tell you. And while I find the AI auditions really good TV, I am not similarly enchanted by the SYTYCD ones. I like the actual competition better.
Anonymous said…
Oh, I so agree, I can't wait til auditions are over and the real stuff starts. I really don't like people being discouraged by Nigel, nor do I like watching lots of not good dancing...on to the competition SYTYCD, so I can watch you with a clean conscience!
Christine said…
I love this show! I missed it last night, but wasn't too broken up, as the auditions can be hard to watch for me. In a week or two I'll get really excited!
Kathy Gillen said…
Just found your blog...glad to see another dance fan. My 13 year old couldn't quite figure "sex" out (good thing). She said, "Mom, do you think there is something wrong with that guy?" Just a bit.

I'll stop back. Visit me at www.lessonsfromthelaundry.com
Lawyer Mama said…
I actually love this show too. I don't usually do reality TV, but I love to watch dance!
Julie Pippert said…
WOO HOO!!

Lots of SYTYCD fans!!!

Let's bond for sure. I may have to blog weekly on this topic. Good to know half a dozen of you will be glad. :)

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