Last week, Tom claims that people were shocked by the elimination. If you mean that they were shocked that it wasn't Cloris, I guess you're right. And tonight! Opportunity! Because Brooke has injured her foot, and even the show is acknowledging that's the only way anyone else has a chance in hell at winning this thing. So tonight, they'll do a single routine, and then also the group hip-hop number. Did you hear that? GROUP! HIP! HOP! And it'll be LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!
Tom and Samantha introduce the stars. Something's different about Maurice. He's clean shaven? Is that it? Cloris can barely walk down the stairs. Seriously, people. Let her go home and soak her hip in Epsom salts or something. This is just getting sad. Tom reminds us that Len is taking the week off, so Michael Flatley, Lord of the Dance, is filling in. But what in the hell does he know about ballroom is what I want to know. Or Latin. Or hip hop. Like if this were Irish Step Dancing With The Stars, he would totally be qualified. And please no one steal that idea, because it is genius.
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