Since we last saw So You Think You Can Dance, when Sabra was rightly crowned the first female winner, the dancers all went on tour for the summer, then showed up everywhere from Idol to the Fox upfronts, and no fewer than ten reality shows about dancing have come and gone. Now the best one of all is back, and since Daniel (who will be back next week, don't panic) is on vacation, I get to write about it! Fair warning, I've been squealing like a little girl just seeing the commercials lately, that's how much I've been looking forward to this. I don't squeal easily. I'll try and keep it cool... Let's see how that goes, shall we?
Cat Deeley's all bundled up in the cutest winter garb ever, teasing the entire season, promising that this year they've found the best of the best. She says that they boast the sexiest ballroom dancers -- it's gonna be damn hard to beat Pasha, so if they've got sexier in store, I say bring it. Oh, and now Cat's pretty much reiterating what I've been saying all year to anyone that will listen -- there are other dance shows, but this one has the most all-around talented dancers in so many different styles. Perhaps people will listen to her, since she does say it in the most adorable British accent. There's a lot of freaks, a lot of nutty jumps, I'm dizzy with excitement and Mary Murphy's already screaming. That's a good sign. "Welcome, to So You Think You Can Dance." Cue the music.
Los Angeles. The masses flood in for their auditions, with Nigel and Mary joined by Mia Michaels, who I love, but she's wearing her winter hat indoors. She looks grungy, but I'll chalk that up to her artistic genius or whatever.
Cat voiceovers that auditions work as such: the contestants perform for the judges. If they are great, woo-hoo, our work here is done and the go straight to Vegas, baby, Vegas. If they suck, they get kicked to the curb. If the judges are on the fence, they get sent to a purgatory of sorts to learn some "simple" choreography. I say "simple" because I harbor no illusions that I can dance. Anyway, them's the rules. Same as last season. Here we go.
Devin Oshiro just stands there as strains of "Barracuda" play. Apparently it was the wrong music, so instead of improvising, she just stood still. I would have disqualified her on the spot. The judges are in a more forgiving mood today and let her dance to some moody, weepy music that I'm sure they've used on Grey's Anatomy. She does a contemporary dance and looks very emotional. Nigel loves her, Mary loves her and Mia says if she's this good now she'll be "stupid" by the end. Which sounds like an insult, but since they give her a ticket, it's apparently a good thing.