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Monday, June 1, 2009

So You Think You Can Dance/Fox/Wednesdays

by Veronica Wilks

To me, nothing says summer like the arrival of So You Think You Can Dance. There’s nothing I love more than walking on a warm night to get frozen yogurt and rushing home to watch the hilarious auditions, and, eventually, the incredibly inspiring competition.

SYTYCD is like an American Idol for dancing but it’s so much better. First, who doesn’t love to watch good dancers shake it? I can do without bad cover songs—sorry, I’ll go to my local karaoke bar for that—but it’s not every day you get to see raw talent like this show. The dancers come from all over and have different styles, from tap to hip hop to contemporary. The top 20 compete in partner duos with a different style of choreography each week. The changing choreography is what keeps this show so exciting. They work with some of the best, and the routines are done full-out, with costumes and lighting.

The judges and the host are also amazing. Cat Deely, the host, is British, and is the antithesis of every bobble-head Seacrest wannabe we have in the states. Her accent, her outfits, her hair…this is a woman we should all aspire to be. Then there’s British judge Nigel, who looks like one of the BeeGees and Mary, the loud one, who you wish was your aunt, because every family get-together should have someone who hoots and hollers like she does. The third judge rotates weekly, but they are always talented, kind, and brilliant dancers.

The other thing that’s great about this show is that it’s a feel good hour of TV. Starting with auditions, they rarely show the rejects (except the people obviously there for a laugh). The backgrounds of some of the dancers are really inspiring too—I cried twice in the auditions, when I realized how much an expression of emotion dancing is. There’s no backstabbing or drama (probably because they aren’t drunk 99% of the time like other reality shows)—just maybe a crush between a couple dancers.

The best thing about the show is the music! My ipod always fills up in the summer with amazing beats I had never heard until then.

The only downside is that it makes you think you can dance. That’s not a good thing in my case. It never fails to make me take a hip hop class at the gym. This is not where I belong!!!! Watch it, but leave the dancing to the dancers.

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Do You Want Fries With That?

By Max Gold, Age 13

There’s a quiet little town, in a world, on about a 78 degrees angle from Venus, about 2389329 miles away from Venus, full of really, really, really fat people. These people loved to eat; they would eat everything, from liver to asparagus, from chocolate to Sticky Cheese, and from Jelly to Jam. Now these people were happy people and no one ever put them down.

Outside Earth, there’s this gigantic space ship. This space ship looks exactly like a hamburger, with seeds every few yards and all. Their salt and pepper guns were loaded, and ready to hit this planet full of fat people (although they the McDonaldians didn‘t know they were fat.) The King Grilled Chicken stood up on the ice cream cone pillar, ready to make a speech.

“Hello My fellow McDonaldians” The King Grilled Chicken said. “Today we march down to earth, and we fight to death!” he screamed.

This got much applause, especially from a Chicken nugget, named Crispy Gangsta. “Yeah let’s show dem homies we gunna pop a soda cap up their-” But he was cut off when the king threw a ketchup packet at him. “Shut it. Now unleash all flamin’ hot sauce!” The King screamed.

Down on Earth all the fat people were having a “we-ate-ten-thousand-pieces-of-chicken-day.” Now as we all know that’s a huge celebration, everyone who’s anyone goes there.

Then, out of nowhere, it started raining salt and pepper. Then the sound of hamburgers the size of pillows ringed in everyone ears. Then… a giant pillow sized hamburger flew down from the sky. It was Crispy Gangsta ready for action.

Unfortunately a boy named Chungy saw Crispy’s ship and got over excited. He ran at the hamburger full force, and swallowed Crispy Gangsta whole. Then he tore that hamburger down and ate the entire thing in five seconds, and wanted more. Then the rest of the space ships came down. In half an hour not one scrap of food was left. Except the mother ship which had landed.

“I come to you humans in peace and hope we can make a fair agreement, and-” but he got cut off when Chungy got a little too hungry. He swallowed the king in one gulp. The poor McDonaldians had no idea what was coming… But the voluptuous folk on the ground sure got a lot of fun out of eating the mother ship.

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