And we can understand why . . .
The show this week began with the Around the World Challenge, a.k.a. embarrassingly terrible renditions of international dance styles. Watching Super Cr3w try African dance was like watching Oprah try a headspin. With adequate rehearsal time, we’re sure Oprah could do it . . . she’s Oprah. But today, that headspin is just painful. (Oprah, girl stop, don’t break your neck, you’re a national treasure.)
And SoReal Cru. Poor, sweet So Real Cru. Normally these kids are so clean that your mama would eat off their floor. But throughout this World Challenge they were the sloppiest of joes, flailing, wiggling, hopping, trying to look Brazilian. Capoiera takes practice, kids.
(Was the dance craze challenge better? Uh, yeah . . . it was only boring instead of borderline offensive.)
It’s like this: The last show is supposed to be a battle of the titans. It’s supposed to be a no-holds-bar, gladiator-style, low down, grimy, fight to the death with sneer and spit and the sickest moves ever seen. Instead we got a strange attempt at cultural exploration and audience participation.
Thank the heavens (and the MTV producers . . . and, for good measure, Oprah) for the Last Chance Dance. So Real Cru’s “A Milli” number was surprisingly hot; the straightjacket ripping, Hannibal Lector choreography was as intense as Lil Wayne’s beat. And Super Cr3w worked it out to James Brown, so in addition to their flawless B-boy duets, they invoked the Godfather of Soul with a stutter-glide and the patented cape gag. Get Up Offa That Thang!
Those last two minutes of dance made us confused about who to vote for. Luckily, voting is open until 9am on August 21st. And in this week’s true finale, all the crews come back for one last hurrah.
-- Olivia Purnell
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