Did we like it?
It wasn’t the most riveting hour of our lives if we’re honest, but if you’re into dance you’ll enjoy this.
What was good about it?
- David Stern, who wanted his stage name to be ‘Sex’. He looked like Dennis Pennis and Cher’s lovechild. He was a poor dancer and clearly delusional… unless he and his mother were one of the most subtle sublime comic double acts of all time.
- Heather Stumbo’s very amusing attempt to impress the judges. Despite professing to be a dance teacher, she looked like a five-year-old making up a dance in her bedroom at home.
- Energetic Dave Warshaw doing some breakdancing and smashing his face spectacularly on the floor. It was well worth the six replays.
- Michael Kim’s robotic/popping style was gobsmacking.
- No Kate Thornton. No Louis Walsh.
What was bad about it?
- As usual, you have to worry about these shows that give unreasonable hope to the terminally delusional.
- The Botox-lipped Ian’s incomprehensible blather, poor dancing, arrogance and his berating of the judges was forgivable. But when he compared himself to Gene Kelly, we experienced an overwhelming urge to commit unspeakable acts of violence.
- The judges mumbling their uniform platitudes and grasping, usually unsuccessfully, for new superlatives.
- Cat Deeley being forced to big-up Nigel Lythgoe at the start of the show by listing all the shows he has devised, as if those shows haven’t been very marginal variations on exactly the same format.
- It was a bit creepy when Nigel Lythgoe told the Ukrainian dance pair that they were hot before murmuring “From Russia with love…” at which point he trailed off.
- Watching a bunch of (mainly) amateurs throwing themselves around a stage by themselves for an hour just doesn’t make for enthralling TV.