Banjy round-the-way girl effeck.
The girls are doing great, but Zack is just not giving the face that he should, and his movement feel too stagey.
I hate you, but you’re doing a good job.
Brianna keeps working her way into my good graces. Not an easy feat.
Oh man. Abby doesn’t even clap at first and Richy hesitantly places his hands together a few times out of what looks like confused pity. Abby thinks Zack was on a different subway. Richy is disappointed in him and tells him to work on his hip hop. Robin thinks there was no swag, and takes the opportunity to plug the Pussycat Dolls yet again. I disagree, I think the girls brought it to the floor. Zack’s mom tries to cheer him up with the fact that Robin said she likes him. Zack quips that it’s not Robin’s Ultimate Dance Competition. Heh.
Up next is Amanda’s lyrical solo about New York runaways. Is she going to dance-miming prostitution and drug use?
That’s right, baby, just raise one eyebrow and INSTANT PROJECTION.
Amanda seems to be doing a passable job and—WHOA HOLY SHIT. Can we talk for a sec about her mother’s outfit?
She looks like a double amputee in an Ugly Betty poncho.
Amanda’s choreography doesn’t look as impressive as what her teacher was doing. Then she brings her little sequins hat up to the judges table to beg for change.
Richy doesn’t know what the fuck to make of this.
This does not look like a happy face to me.
Abby calls it hot and sassy and praised Amanda’s attention to detail and turned out feet. She also loved the mature emotional performance. I guess Richy did like it because he gives it two squirrel fingers.
Stop trying to make squirrel fingers happen. It’s not going to happen.
He then says if he had a dollar, he would give it to her. Um, this means she was a stripper? Or a drag queen I guess. Sad to me either way. All the judges have nothing but love for Amanda’s piece, and Robin even says it was perfection.
Judges’ deliberation is finally semi-interesting for once because Abby announces that she wants three of the kids to have a dance off. (All I can think of right now is the movie Freak Dance. If you haven’t seen that yet, get into it!)
Abby announces that Amanda is the highest scoring dancer tonight. I wish they wouldn’t even mention scores. Don’t pretend like some fucking Tyra Banks that this is solely based on objective scores. The dancers on the chopping block will be called one by one and have to execute a few moves outlined by Abby and must then improve eight counts.