Last night on So You Think You Can Dance, Nigel Lithgoe delivered a lengthy sermon on his new-found love of the NBA, and his budding bromance with Kobe Bryant. Now, I am more comfortable with the NBA than a pas de deux, but I didn't get it. But gee, the Brit sure did get excited before booting out the lethargic salsa girl and Marquis, the acrobat.
The opener had some good choreography, but who is this Timbaland? I know Timbaland is very popular, but is it a person? A band? (This is a serious question). The guest dancer was a reject from Seasons 1-2 who did a flamenco. This was really great, as I learned that I do not appreciate the flamenco.
I did enjoy the individual dances. I would have sent Comfort home, as I found her dance lusterless, but the judges voted for the Miami schoolteacher to return to the classroom (numerous bad puns come to mind, but will refrain.) Marquis was really good IMHO, but was sent to prepare to replace Paul Hamm on the US Olympics gymnastics team.
We rented (netflixed? is that a verb?) History Boys last weekend. While an interesting story in a sort of Mr. Chips way (not the chocolate cookie, but classic 1930's British Film), I found myself bored beyond description. Richard Griffith's was very good, but I really found no surprise in the film, and no flair. If you are just going to film the play, then stick Uncle Vernon and that other woman from Harry Potter III on the stage, and shoot the play. Using an exterior shot and a few fades does not a film make. While I stayed awake--barely--this was not my favorite. I give it a C-.
I have decided, for my devoted reader(s), to keep this blog light, and avoid any mentions of law or history. I thought the next topic would be TV shows I like to watch at the gym--so, the next post will be on "Dexter" Look for it later today.
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