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So who’s watching Super Stars of Dance, the latest offering from So You Think You Can Dance Dance Revolution producer Nigel Lithgoe? Anybody?  If not and you were considering it, let me save you the trouble…

It’s a train wreck of epic proportions.

Let’s leave aside the actual dancing for a second, the rest of the show is as compelling as warm, curdled milk. Visually, it’s wholly unpleasant.  The production design makes the Revolution look like Cirque de Soleil.  Michael Flately’s got zero aptitude for hosting duties and the chick from the Real World/Road Rules Challenge Reunion Specials has no business on network TV without her sash and crown. 

The judges offer absolutely nothing positive to the experience.  They are not knowledgeable on the forms they’re judging. They offer no insight, wit or wisdom (though I suspect if I stuck with it for the season, which I won’t, I’d be able to count from six to ten in Chinese, Russian and Hindi). Worst of all, each and every one of them has committed the cardinal sin of reality TV. Being totally fucking boring.  

Now, there’s some good dancing on the show. I dig getting exposed to shit I’ve never seen before.  The South African boot dancers were especially enjoyable.  The idea of forms from around the world is a cool one and there are a million ways to have made a good show out of it, this just isn’t one of them.  But as far as blogging goes, I was gonna let it slide as some sort of, I don’t know, deference to the Revolution.

But Dormeshia was robbed. 

So, you know, fuck The Revolution.

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