My friend Rachelle and I both love So You Think You Can Dance, and this last season we watched as much as we could together.  Even though Dan would sometimes watch it, and appreciate the difficulty, there is something special about watching with another dancer.  We gasp, bitch, and fast forward Mary Murphy’s screaming. We tried to enjoy Step Up and Dance, but was physically impossible—which surpised me, since Bravo usually rocks the reality shows.  So when we saw that there was a new show by the creators of SYTYCD, we were pysched.  We got together last night to watch Sunday and Monday’s shows—4 hours of dance!

Superstars of Dance was being hosted by some generic Miss America and Michael Flatley.  I think Flatney is a fablous dancer, and a bit an asshole, which seems to be the trend in great male dancers (yes, Mikhail Baryshnikov, I am looking at you).  He usually has a lot of passion and spirit when he is talking, so he should have been great as a host—but make him read from a telepromter and he might as well be made of cardboard.  Rachelle said it best “What is he, Michael Flatline?”  And dude, you were raise in Chicago, why are you forcing that Irish accent?

The show started by letting us know it was a competition, but we didn’t know how it would be structured (1 group, 1 duet, and 2 soloists from each of the 8 countries).  And the judges weren’t really introduced, so how do I know they are qualified.  ALL of the Irish numbers are from “Lord of the Dance” Flatley’s vanity project—which they don’t aknowledge.  Yes, Michael, they did dance that very well—big pat of the back to you for creating it and touring it for 11 years.  If they don’t have it down yet, they never will.  The male dancer doing Flatley’s part was good, but after seeing Flatley do it, it was a yawn.

There was no explaination for how the “Supstars” were chosen.  My guess is that they called people and groups that were ethnic that had auditioned for SYTYCD. Also there was a bunch of performers that weren’t really dancers.  I mean Kung Fu is great and difficult movement, but isn’t really dance.  And Monday night the judges agreed with me—but Sunday night they all ADORED the group number from China, which was the same thing, except with much more supporting a performer on the tip of 12 spears. This caused me to cover my eyes and yell “not dance, not dance” much to Rachelle’s glee.

Not dance! Not dance!

The standouts for me were the two soloist for India—both wonderfully talented, the american duet—we watched it twice, and the Russian ballerina.

The biggest disappointment: the awful camera work and the director work either has never done a dance show or was staggering drunk both nights.  Some of the dnaces where impossible to see becuse of the way the camers moved and the shots that were picked. It’s like they paid a lot of money to rent 4 crane lifts for the camera and they were gonna get every red cent of of them.  My thought is that dance is ment to be seen from the audience—one angle. the full body.  I will grant that you might want the occationally close up, but dance is a full body art—show me the full body, and I would like to see all of the dancers please.  I know American’s have short attention spans, but if a dance isn’t interesting when you are just sitting in the theater in front of it, then it shouln’t be on TV anyways.

Some of the countries were just not well represented—there are great dancers in all of these countries—just not appearing in this show. And BTW, aren’t we missing several important dance countries? Hello, France? We know that you set the standard in ballet and in fact created the vocabulary that dancers use to communicate steps—but we don’t think that we will be needing you. Thanks anyway.

Shell and I both agreed that the competion part is lame, since the judges are so predicable “What’s that South Africa? You’re a pompous cock who thinks everyone could do better?” “Oh, the Chinese judge voted 8 again? I am so surprised.”  It really would have been better as a showcase, but if it was a showcase, it would have been on PBS—and no one would watch it.