I watch So You Think You Can Dance for the dancers and a few of its choreographers, including Travis Wall, Napoleon and Tabitha D’umo (Nappy Taps), Shane Sparks, Mandy Moore, Sonya Tayeh and Tyce DiOrio for his contemporary, not Broadway. His Broadway is dead move on dead move. Week after week, however, dancers push past whatever grindingly obvious theme the choreographers hand them to create a genuine moment or two. However bad the choreography, dancers manage to redeem it. When the right choreographer meets the right dancer, which happens at least once an episode, the result is thrilling.

Dance critics tend to dislike the show, for good reason. (Watch Travis Wall’s fake audition in which he crams every slam-bam cliche for which the show is know into a 3-minute, cross-dressing routine that manages while extremely corny, to be great. Choreographer dim, dancer killer.)

But the real problem is the judges. (more)

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