Last night So You Think You Can Dance blasted back in full force. Old favorites and contenders made it back to the audition stage. There was growth and versatility. There was stunning new talent and originality dripping off the boards. There were tickets to Vegas going out the door at every turn. And the contortionists and poppers took the night!
But there was also total disaster.
Men in whitey-tighties (a.k.a. “underpants,” and “clean slates”). An Italian egotistical maniac possessed by his own sex-appeal. Super heroes dancing styles no normal person can abide. And Sex. That’s right . . . Sex on stage.
For the past three seasons, “Sex” (preferably known as David) returned to prove to the judges that he is a dancer.
Once again he failed miserably.
The thing is this, there were a lot of people at the auditions who couldn’t dance, but most of them were man and woman enough to admit they couldn’t dance. Granted, there were a handful who had bad attitudes; blaming the judges for ”not knowing talent when they see it,” and discriminating against “tall people.” But the fact of the matter is . . . most of the contestants who didn’t know the difference between hip-hop and an epileptic siezures understood (deep down inside) that they honestly can’t dance. That’s why many hopefuls resorted to cat costumes, underpants, wrestling masks, and “fat niches.” They knew their dancing would fall flat on it’s face, so they hoped to shock (or gross-out) the judges into giving them a ticket.
But “Sex” was in a category all of his own. He was genuinely delusional. Please, understand that it is not my intention to be mean. I don’t believe in tearing people down unnecessarily, but I do have a MS in counseling and my professional opinion is this guy has some serious problems. I can look past the bad hygiene, the non-existent fashion sense, and the fact that his sole supporter (emotionally and probably financially) is his mother, but I can’t look past the fantasy world he lives in.
When the host of Dance, Cat, asked “Sex” why he came back, he told her that he did a really good job the first two times and that he “almost made it in.” Video recaps quickly showed us that he was lying through the gaps in his teeth. The judges had torn him to shreds. The whole time he stood there completely expressionless, apparently not taking in a word they said. When Cat asked him why he “came back for more,” he was completely incapable of forming a response. Either his speaking skills quit him, or his brain couldn’t grasp why she would ask him that question? We were soon to find out why he didn’t understand the question.
His routine started out with the same nonmoves and 3rd-grade-dance-class steps that have become his trademark (picture Joe Dirt doing rapid pelvic thrusts. No wait . . . don’t.). Halfway throught the routine he went back and repeated the exact same steps and techniques he just finished doing. It was a replay . . . and it didn’t get any better. But the best part of the routine came at the end when he left the stage. Apparently he thought he was finished because he ran off stage while the music was still playing, and didn’t resurface until Nigel cut the tunes. I guess Sex decided he didn’t need to prove himself anymore. I know I was thankful. I grimmaced through the same disgusting routine . . . twice, why cycle through for a three-peat?
But the real shock, the biggest mind-blowing minute came after his “dance.” The judges, as before, ripped him to shreds. Mia was relatively polite, she said he “grew” from season two’s audition to season three, but that he didn’t grow much for season four. Mary wasn’t polite at all. In fact, she couldn’t believe Mia had been as nice as she had. Mary gave “Sex” the thrashing he deserved. Lastly, it was Nigel who refused to even call him “Sex,” and let the world know that his real name is David. Then the important question was asked, “Do you have any formal training?” David’s answer was appalling
David claimed to have studied dance for “many, many years.” He went on to inform the judges that he’s studied with “many, many” of America’s dance “masters” and that his education and subsequent performances have taken place over the course of “many, many years.” He even said he has “many, many fans” who think his moves are “sexy” (which is the reason he calls himself “Sex” in the first place).
It was actually very sad watching him and his mother interact with the host, each other, and the judges. The family has severe issues to work through, and David needs to come to grips with reality. Unfortunately I don’t think we’ve seen the last of “Sex.”
But hopefully we will see more of David.
When David realizes there’s an serious problem in his life, seeks out help to ground himself in reality, and actually takes real dance lessons . . . I will be glad to see him audition next year. Then, assuming he’s done these things, I think he’ll deserve a ticket to Vegas.
Posted by Kevin Olsen 
Posted by Kevin Olsen 
Posted by Kevin Olsen 
