My colleague down the way at Exquisite Vanity has noted the shambling horror that is America's Got Talent. In this vein, I have to speak out against another atrocious new reality TV phantasm: Dance Fever.
Whoever thought this monstrosity up should be strapped down and subjected to Patrick Swayze dirty-dancing his way across their stomach in football cleats. No one needs to see a blonded-and-botoxed couple from the Upper East Side ("they're both in commercial real-estate!") faux-flamenco their way through a maze of giant video screens and screaming casino-goers, attempting to impress a judging panel whose members (a black guy with the one word vocabulary of "tight," a Paula Abbdul look-alike, and a club kid with a haircut like a Manga hero, and a personality to match) win my vote for the Best Examples of the Decline of Western Civilization Award, 2006. I don't need it. You don't need it. Nor do you need to watch the acrobatics of the other showshocked contestants (a Jewish guy from New York doing the funky chicken, some breakdancers, and a chorus line dancer in a pole dancer outfit) as they grin glassily for the cameras while executing dance routines remarkable for their tediousness.
Yes, it's shot in Las Vegas. It should be shot, period.
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If it is worth anything, your blogs are entertaining and thought provoking.
this comment probably won't get approved either, but oh well
I hope you do not extend this disdain to 'so you think you can dance' because I love that show.
I found the couple who danced together and used to live together actually rather endearing. I think you're too harsh.
They were certainly more endearing than some of the things that were happening on that stage.
Me? Too harsh?
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