If I wasn't totally in love with this show before (and I admit, not 100%), I just fell. The performances last night were breathtakingly, ridiculously friggin' awesome! (Well, most of them, anyway...) I have to say, I was impressed. Dancing either the jive or the tango, the remaining ten stars really put it out there. If you thought the competition was tight the last two weeks, they just pulled the strings on the corset.
There was a three-way tie for first place, and a two-way tie for second, only one point behind. Holy Testicle Tuesday! Talk about pressure. I can only imagine what they have in store for next week, but first...
Sabrina Bryan, the frontrunner in this competition, started the night out with a fun, vivacious jive. She seemed a little unsure of herself in practice, and I wasn’t totally down with her obsessive “gotta win” attitude. Sure, everyone wants to win, but Dancing with the Stars is a fun reality show, not the International Grand Ball Championship. Easy, cheetah girl. Of course I forgot all about it when she got onto the floor. Her jive with partner, Mark, was exactly how I picture a 50's sock hop dance. It was lively, boppy, full of spins and kicks. Bruno called her an earthquake (a.k.a. a “sizzmic” event), complete with aftershocks. She sure was sizzling, all 110%.
I am getting to like Cameron Mathison more and more each week. He and Edyta really took the judges’ comments last week to heart, and threw them right back in their faces. Dressed as Clark Kent, glasses and all, Cameron sure put on a Super performance. Although his and Edyta’s dance was slightly less than sensual, not to mention a little hammy, they had a good time with it and it showed. He was a “lady killer” with good posture and good hold, a true “alpha dog.” He is definitely moving in the right direction, and that is up.
You have to give Mark Cuban so much credit. I understand how hard it is to recuperate after a major surgery. My mom had both her knees replaced a few months back and it took a good, long time for her to be comfortable even standing. A hip is not two knees, but recovering from any reconstructive surgery can’t be fun or easy. Mark really proved his spirit and determination this week, battling through the pain and discomfort. If he had landed wrong or turned funny he may have needed surgery all over again. Luckily, he made it through practice and the performance unscathed. Unluckily, that performance wasn’t earth-shattering and it didn’t place him in a top position, but his moves are more in control and his progress is evident. His and Kym’s score was second lowest, so who knows if he can escape the “curse of the bottom two.”
Jennie Garth’s tango literally gave me goose bumps. You could tell she meant business. This was the perfect dance for she and Derek to take out their frustrations on: sultry and passionate and fiery and fierce. Jennie was “sharp and tangy, like a pickle.” The determination on her face and the boldness of her body language left me in awe. This chick was not having any repeats of last week’s little trip-and-fall fiasco. Carrie Ann applauded her and so do I. So far, Jennie’s performance last night really was the “comeback of the season.”
Spicy Melanie Brown is excitement on legs. Her jive with Maksim (who, I have to say, is the perfect partner for her because he doesn’t take any of her shenanigans and vice versa) was fast and fun and flirty. I especially loved that arm thing they did towards the end. I thought if one of them botched a move they’d end up knocking heads or something equally mortifying (see Jennie Garth’s fox trot...). Maksim took Mel to Las Vegas to witness some of his choreography of Le Reve, a Cirque du Soleil act which is supposed to be amazing (hello, Cirque du Soleil, enough said). Apparently witnessing men on the flying trapeze was enough to get her motivated because she was one of the three top contenders of the night. Can she and her sassy p.i.c. keep it going? All I know is that Maksim unveiling his chiseled chest after their performance last night made me forget about little boy what’s his name.
And then there was Wayne...again. I really do think that he is pretty incredible for keeping up with the likes of Las Vegas on a regular basis and doing Dancing at his age, but last night’s tango really was the nail in the coffin (that is not meant to be in the least bit implicative). I don’t know if Cheryl is a genius or a gravedigger, but her choreography last night pretty much had the ol’ fig newton standing there as she twirled around him. It was not good. His outfit as an Argentinian gaucho was. Are there enough of his cohorts in the audience to vouch for him another week?
Floyd Mayweather seemed stoked to be doing the jive, since it’s a dance full of light-on-your-toes legwork. I was expecting great things. His jump rope spinning in the beginning grabbed my attention, and was maybe a little cocky, but I thought throughout his performance with Karina his feet were a little behind her’s. The judges agreed that he needs to work on his structure and technique. On the bright side, if he doesn’t win this competition, he has a fight coming up on December 8 that he should (knock on wood) win. He is the best pound-for-pound fighter in the world, after all.
Jane Seymour is such a trooper. Raise your hand if you’d be able to function a week after losing your mom. I think it is so brave that she got right back in the saddle and went straight to work to dance the tango in honor of her mother last night. I did enjoy her dance with Tony, and her emotions really did shine through. It seemed as though Tony was sort of tossing her around, which I thought fit considering the circumstances. The judges thought she was elegant as ever, and she was in the top spot alongside Mel B. and Sabrina. I don’t necessarily think last night’s performance alone was worthy of an almost perfect score, but Dr. Quinn did dance with her heart on her gorgeous sleeve. Her mum should be very proud.
I adore Helio Castroneves. He is bubbly and charming and surprisingly talented. The past two weeks he kicked some serious booty with his contagious enthusiasm on the dance floor. This week, however, he fell from last week’s reigning position. There were some technical shortcomings in his jive, and I could swear I saw concentration on his face. He was adorable throughout the dance, even through the end as Julianne helped him limp off the floor. No worries, though. This guy’s a race car driver. He’ll be fine.
Marie Osmond was saved for last this week, putting on another entertaining show for us all. She is spunky, this one. Seeing as she’s a bit of a “drama queen,” the tango was perfect for her to perform with Jonathan. Their interaction gets more fun to watch each week, and you can really see the trust growing between them as he dips her and flips her and tries to feel her up. Marie acted this dance to perfection, but there were some technicalities that landed her in the runner-up position with Jennie. Marie’s brother, Donny Osmond, fellow entertainer, was present at rehearsals, and is it just me or is their relationship a little...something? I do not know.
So it was week three and the five top spots were in the pockets of five women contestants. Hmmm, interesting. I wonder how much longer America will be able to stand watching Wayne stand; this could be his week to go. On the other hand, I think Mark might annoy a lot of people, but said people probably aren’t the typical viewers, so maybe he’ll stick around. Last week’s upset was surprising, so we shall see. Just another week in the spectacle that isDancing with the Stars