Summertime TV sucks. It always has. While I wait for Weeds to come back and ease into the fall and new episodes of my favorite shows to return (though Gilmore Girls won't be back at all and 24 and Lost will be MIA until early 2008), I am left with one rather guilty Tivo appointment.
It's a guilgy pleasure no more. I'm coming out of the So You Think You Can Dance fan closet. I love it in the cheesiest and most devoted way. I love host Cat Deely, the way the judges make no secrets of their underlying producer-motives, the choreographers and the dancers themselves. It's a reality show based on actual talent, with drama kept to a relative minimum. Hard work, likability, creativity and versatility are rewarded. Attitude, defeatism and closed-mindedness are not. (My one gripe is that I wish the gay cast members felt free to be open and out.)
Anyway, it's on tonight, and I can't wait. Here's a clip of my favorite dance from last week, a creepy hobo jazz piece choreographed by Wade Robson. It's far from perfect-- they're not exactly together when dancing the same steps --but it shows that a b-girl and a lyrical guy can partner up and do a highly entertaining theatrical dance.