So You Think You Can Dance - Nigel and Sex

May 28, 2008

So You Think You Can Dance - Nigel and Sex

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One nasty aspect of humanity that comes to light because of shows like American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance is this uncanny need for attention. Most people are well-developed mentally enough that we get our attention from those around us. (Or online... errr... welll... hmmmm...) But these days people are clambering for attention in the most unlikely of places - the reality TV show audition process.

When competition shows air their auditions, the people auditioning have already been through one judging process, so the ones that made it were already chosen to go in front of the shows judges. (At least that's what's done on American Idol - I'm sure SYTYCD does the same thing.) So when you see great talent (Paris, Mandisa, David A.) and bad tallent (William Hung, anyone?) they were put there for a reason.

This brings me to Sex. He's a wanna-be dancer from New York that keeps showing up to the So You Think You Can Dance auditions. One problem - he can't dance. He can move, and there's music playing, but he can't dance. (Okay, he dances as well as the aforementioned William Hung can sing.) So when he appeared before the judges last week I was thrilled when Nigel, the British judge, took him down a few notches.

What Nigel basically said was that he was no longer going to refer to him by his stage name, Sex, but rather by his given name, David, and that he was not 'sexy' and he couldn't dance. I would have gone a bit farther.

I'd have said that anyone that said he could dance wasn't a friend, but rather someone who just wants to see him fail. And that his mother wasn't the best judge of dancing talent; she's his mom, she's supposed to say he's great!

(I should say that I have about the same amount of dance talent as David/sex does, but I don't go to dance auditions to make a complete ass of myself.)

The bottom line for me is that if I wanted to see crappy talent auditions, I'd watch American Idol or America's Got Talent. When I watch the So You Think You Can Dance auditions, I want to see brilliant performances. And thankfully there's more brilliance than crap on this show.

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May 28, 2008 at 8:51pm.
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nicoduka
Oct 3, 2008
11:22am

After months of feeling like the cud to American Idol's masticating cow, I gotta say leaping right into the warm, sweaty, finely toned embrace of So You Think You Can Dance last night was, well, it was like coming home, dear readers. There was more artistry, charisma, sex appeal, and jaw-in-the-basement moments in the two-hour season premiere — heck, in two minutes of the two-hour season premiere — than there was in whole episodes of the just concluded season of Idol. This SYTYCD episode wasn't perfect, of course; we still spent far too little time on the auditions of dancers who made it through to the semifinals in Las Vegas and far too much on train-wreck oddballs like Sex. And I'm sorry to disappoint his ''fans,'' but this will be the last time the three-peat offender will be mentioned in this (or any) TV Watch, because even though I did think judges Mary Murphy and Nigel Lythgoe didn't exactly take the high road with him — why did Nigel bother broadcasting Sex's audition if he feels all Sex wants is to be on television? — I do agree with Nigel on one thing: More attention is the last thing this guy needs.

Not when so much attention must be paid to this show's multifaceted scrumtrillescence. It was kinda sad during the recap of past seasons that opened the show to hear host Cat Deeley tout the ''record 16 million votes'' that came in for last year's season finale just a day after Ryan Seacrest touted the record 97.5 million votes that came in for this year's Idol's finale. Sad, but also kinda cool; clearly we fans of SYTYCD are members of a super-exclusive club, like, say, the state of Wisconsin to Idol's take-all-comers California (the state, for the record, in which I live). All the same, it's still worth reviewing some of the many reasons I — and, I hope, all of you — love this show so much, so let's count the ways together as we revisit the auditions in my home city of Los Angeleese.

It's sometimes impossible to tell whether a dancer is any good This paradoxically delightful, um, paradox was established with the night's very first audition. Was I the only one who thought Devon Oshiro's whirling routine could just as well have been to the growling guitars of ''Barracuda'' that played accidentally at first instead of whatever soft-and-gentle throw-pillow music she ended up dancing to? The judges sat so stone-faced through the number that I honestly hadn't a clue whether Devon was any good or not until they told me. Likewise, I had to scratch my head when Mary told the ballroom couple Leonidas ''Shia 'Mutt Williams' LaBeouf'' Proskurov and Aliona ''Ashlee 'Pre-Nose-Job' Simpson'' Vetrenko that she thought they danced with ''class.'' If by ''class,'' Mary means ''hip-swiveling, fellatio-alluding panache,'' then, sure — maybe it's a special dancing term, like ''great lines'' or ''floor work.''

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