This is a new wrinkle I like: we're getting a new batch of All-Stars every week. Here's who's on deck for next week: S2's Ivan the teeny hip-hopper. Jamie Goodwin, Lauren Gottlieb, Neil Haskell, Pasha, AND Anya from Season 3 (seems the show agrees with me that Season 3 was the best of the best). Ade is back from Season 5, and Season 7 champ Lauren Froderman is back as well. Still no Jakob. Still no Kayla. Still no Jeanine. I can wait. (Also, next week is Lady Gaga Week, along with poor Rob Marshall, who will get nothing from me but invective about how terrible Nine was.)
More results! Two of these four will be in danger: Jordan or Caitlynn? Jess or Ricky? Jess's struggles with lifts were put on front street as The Tooks and her favorite muse Kathryn helped him deliver a gorgeous -- if muted -- contemporary. Ricky, meanwhile, took part in that freaking fantastic Tyce Diorio number that, sure, cribbed from Mia/Kayla/Kupono's "Addiction" routine (though other choreographers have done that too -- lookin' at you, Tooks), but was also sinewy and spooky and set to TORI AMOS'S "PRECIOUS THINGS," of all Joe-baiting things. I loooooved it, you guys. (And after that. I think I can safely retire Fair and Balanced Nice Things About Tyce, at least for a couple weeks.) The second guy in the Bottom 4 is: Ricky. Bummer! I mean, it's probably Mitchell who's going home, but after Nick, APPARENTLY I CAN'T TRUST ANYBODY. Ahem.
Caitlynn looked like a total pro on her tango with Pasha, managing to do more than just keep up with the master. Sadly, I think Jordan, the bigger personality, is the safe one. To be fair, her contemporary piece with Brandon was all kinds of sensual and wonderful, so she's definitely worthy. (Really, Mitchell was the only Top 10 dancer who turned in something subpar, and even that I'll put on the choreographer. Gonna be a tough elimination no matter what.) Dancing for her life tonight is: JORDAN! Okay!
Danil Simpkin comes out next. He's this ballet dancer who looks about thirteen, and he's dressed like a nerd, except for how he's got these great moves and nice but and pretty blond hair. So wires are pretty much getting crossed harder than when I saw those skinny nerdy cute boys in The Book of Mormon. Anyway: French ballet. Come on feel the noise.
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Solos! It's weird to see the judges still deciding who goes home at Top 10. It's not terrible -- I generally think the judges get it righter than American often does -- but it's definitely different. Clarice is leggy, Mitchell is (as always) half-naked and amazing. After the next commercial break, then, Jordan leaps around and shows off her amazing extensions and brilliant writhing ability. Finally, Ricky, whose solos always knock me out. This one, again, shows off his insane stick legs but also his musicality.