This is what T and I said to each other the other night after watching that new dance show on MTV. The one with the long name somehow involving Randy Jackson (even though he didn't even appear on the show). America's Most Bestest Top Dancers or something like that.
Anyways, the premise is fairly straightforward: they held auditions around the country and chose a dance crew to represent various cities and now they're battling it out for a cash prize. Sort of like You Got Served but without bothering to insert the lame plotline to hold it together. It was actually relatively enjoyable, but at one point, we realized that we not watched MTV in months, if not years, and therefore had no idea what half the commercials were about. We saw a commercial for a new dating show with some Italian dude (who had the fakest accent I've ever heard) called "That's Amore." It looked so god-awful. And the whole time, we were like, who the !&#@ is this guy?! But the true crystallizing moment was when they announced the musical guest: Flow Rider(?) singing his hit(?) single "Low" (??!!!). I have never heard of him, or that song. Yeah, we're old and lame.
But the show itself was fairly entertaining, even if it was a little unnecessarily drawn out. I mean, why bother separating people into brackets and then declare one safe in each bracket safe when ultimately, everyone except for one team is going on to the next round? And some of the crews were just sooooo lame (yeah, I'm talking to you "Femme 5").
Oh, one other major annoyance that I have to point out: Shane Sparks says "y'all" in pretty much every sentence that comes out of his mouth. Seriously. If there were a drinking game for this, you'd be in the hospital with alcohol poisoning after the first 20 minutes. I'm telling the truth y'all.
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