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I like to think of the jazz genre as contemporary’s annoying little brother with ADHD. It’s not my favorite, to put it mildly. All I learn from this piece is that Amelia is 1) flexible and 2) masculine when she wants to be. Those outfits don’t help at all. Christina loved the piece and says Amelia and Will can dance any genre and look as if they’ve been dancing that genre all their lives. Nigel didn’t like the piece, although he loves the two of them, and Mary falls in the middle of the two critiques, complimenting their abilities but not this specific performance.
Audrey and Matt will be dancing a salsa, but first we have to find out their sssssecrets. Matt did not start dancing until he was 16.
Okay, he was a golfer. Make that a “golfer” since his video package shows him golfing in sneakers. Golfers don’t wear sneaks, Matt. Booooooring. We need to TMZ these people up! Case in point:
What a secret. Are these “secrets” supposed to make us vote for these people? I need a hidden disability, an absent parent, or a life-threatening illness to pick up my phone and text, people.
Anyway, that was a sad, pathetic salsa, with only a few actual salsa steps. The only entertaining part was a few of the tricks. Christina, Mary and Nigel all agree with me. Bad performance, zero chemistry.
Chehon’s secret is twofold: he eats cereal with o.j. instead of milk in the bowl (gross!) and plays the violin (even grosser!).
Witney secretly speaks a little German, so that she can try and convert the Swiss Chehon to Mormonism.
Stacey Tookey redeems them for me with superb choreography, and so does the lighting director (who deserves his Emmy! Damn!).
The performance was amazing, and showed their individual strength as dancers. I didn’t believe their chemistry, but I think everyone else did. Christina loved it and thought it was the best SYTYCD performance ever, and Mary did too, cry, cry, cry. I can’t get over Mary’s choice in jewelry this evening.