It seems to be Friday, which is quite a lot of days after our Week 4 show, but I have belatedly blogged – again! Two in a row. Go me. I’d like to thank my toddler for contracting hand, foot and mouth disease and napping extensively whilst I have to take time from paid employment. (He’s fine, thanks – a bit disgusting in the rashy parts, but no loss of energy or two year old willpower. We had a fifteen minute stand-off this morning whilst he refused to climb some stairs. I’d had have uploaded this sooner if I hadn’t been mere frustrating metres away from wifi.)
Anyway, remember last week? Charlotte left – and I was grateful she, and we, and the judges were put out of our collective miseries before it got really really sour (BRENDAN). There's only so many weeks the judges could comment on natural physical beauty being the main (only) positive. I don't think it was cool of Bruno to openly laugh in Charlotte’s face, but that is pretty much the bitchy flamboyant Italian manifestation of my own view. That jive was just cringeworthy; awkward wedding theme, more jogging than jiving, and Brendan in a paunchy shiny pink waistcoat - it was all very manmade fibres. Yes, yes, she looked beautiful, but it was a no brainer against Davood (rhymes with Havard) and his sexy/gurning/I am ACTING with my FACE Viennese Waltz. (BTW, I am really into the V-Wah this series). I think Davood’s going to struggle though – he’s likely to stay mid-table and could eventually come a cropper against one of the more experienced dancers.
Brian too was doing lots of ACTING with his FACE, channelling rock star mid-riff with guyliner and the kind of expression weaned babies tend to have when they are pushing out a sizeable poo. But his paso was a very enjoyable guilty pleasure and I’m really warming to Amy. Strictly is benefitting from high-pitched, excitable Welshness.
But soz, the Welsh, cause the real highlight this week wasn’t Amy’s studded hair (whilst up there), it was the final three dances. WOWSERS. One of my favourite show endings evah, and completely unexpected. What a trio: Alexandra Jive BOOM! TENS! Jonnie American Smooth VELVET! WALKOVER! And Susan Calman Quickstep JOY! MORE JOY! EVEN MORE light on her feet fancy kick work JOY! Honestly, all three were brilliant and uplifting. They offered an emotional connection that I’ve never got from Debbie, or Aston TBH.
Actually, Debbie had her first dodgy week of judging - but I hate the cha cha, so it doesn’t really count, right? The risk with Debbie is that it’s all a bit high kicks and pelvic thrusts, which is fine when it’s masked by other content (paso gusset wafting, cougar snogs, general dance ability), but this was mainly a lot of Giovanni in overalls and delivery man is not a fantasy thing, guys - not in these times of Deliveroo/Yodel/oh you've just 'hidden' the giant parcel under the doormat/yes but where is my extra herb and garlic dip which you’re still going to charge me for Dominos.
Gemma on the other hand, is slowly getting better (*journey klaxon*) knocking out a solid paso this week. And whilst I hated the outfits (synchronised swim teams/maypole dancers go dungeon play) and I hated the music (bullfighty sexual tension not generally conveyed by Coldplay), it was still dead good. Please no more Chupa Chups colours for a paso though, Wardrobe - not even Aljaz could pull off that fuchsia bolero waistcoat with corset waistband trousers.
For me, Gemma's definitely climbing towards the top lot, up with the trained dancers like Alex, Debbie and Aston (in spite of his pigeon-toed quickstep about which I have little else to say). It's Mollie and Joe who might be struggling between the top dogs and nearly dogs, and could slip into the dance off, via precarious-midtabledom. At least Joe’s now survived a mincey old cha cha, so that’s promising (in no small part thanks to Katya's turquoise eyeliner - what a WOMAN). I like Joe, and I hear he'll be wearing a kilt tomorrow, which OCH AYE. (When we found out we having a baby boy, my first words to Mr Cad were "he'll be able to wear a KILT", so yeah... big fan.)
As for Mollie, she's nearly good, she's just a bit baby giraffe-y here and there - girl group gyration and hairography definitely remain her comfort zone. I do wish AJ had avoided that legs akimbo lift in their salsa - yes, impressive, but also totes awks. Not even the magnificence of that blue streamer dress and excellent King pins (GEDDIT?!!!!) could rescue her.
Speaking of unfortunate poses - HI SIMON, confidently starting his samba by thrusting and pointing at his penis repeatedly. Thing is, it was clear this was his understanding of the choreography, rather than an ill-advised moment of testosterone driven improv. And if Karen was choreographing for laffs - Simon did her proud. The rest of the dance was almost as good - Simon stayed on the spot grinning and doing some more pelve whilst Karen samba-ed around him, using bum feathers to distract. It was throwback and atrocious in so many ways, but I respect the Samba tradition and dad dancing audacity. Don't tell anyone, but I’ve perhaps warmed to Rimmer.
At the other end of the lolz scale, Ruth’s super serious tango left me a bit zzzzzz tbh. It was fine, and I know she's universally loved, but pffffff. I'm afraid wouldn't be too sad to see her return to daytime TV. Also, Anton and a sexy masquerade Eyes Wide Shut theme? Nope.
Indeed, let’s move swiftly on to Sunday's opening pro-number. And what have we here? Oh Anton again - and a sexy Gladiator arena/gothic castle theme. Oh come ON, Strictly. PLEASE.
In truth though, this was one of my favourite pro-stoppers in a while – this dance was off the scale INSANE, and YES, in a good way. If you haven’t yet watched it, then do – you’ll be greeted with something which is a mix of Les Mis, Mad Max, Eurovision winner Wild Dances (a niche reference, you say? – not for this audience), steampunk, paso doble and a club bondage night. I KNOW.
Oh, and I’m not finished. HELL NO! Also add in some bells, ropes, sexy beckoning, cloaks, spears, Morris dancing thigh slaps, drums, panpipes, smoke, Pasha and Brendan as vampire overlords, Baby AJ getting cast as a macho prison guard (lollllz), Gorka getting cast as a macho prison guard (rrrrrrrz) and you’re starting to get a sense.
The ‘plot’ was something to do with Aljaz, Kev and Gio being prisoners in a castle home to beautiful women in leather laces who produced flour from their hands when they clapped and had installed Anton on a throne, with a leaf crown - Joaquin Phoenix-style, deciding fates with a thumb sign. SO TENSE, mwahaha. Anyway, there's lots of FACE ACTING and sexy conflict dancing, and eventually the three prisoners escape Pleather Castle, but not before some homoerotic scenes where Gio gets dragged by the legs and Aljaz gets felt up against a portcullis and poor Kevin has to settle for holding up the gate for his hot mates. They then find suddenly themselves dancing to an entirely different song, set in heaven or the ocean - it's not entirely clear which but there's a lot of blue chiffon wafting and Anton is now waltzing in his pyjamas. It was totally ridiculous, but fucking EPIC.
What else? Pash in vest and blouse dancing to Gregory Porter. TessNoDressMess in excellent sculpted scarlet, then white and slinky - albeit having borrowed Claude’s satsuma spray tan. Claudia did jailhouse stripes and space peplum, Shirley opted for an upholstery ballgown, but it somehow worked, and I think Darcey had another jumpsuit at some point (I’ve blanked it and it’s Friday). The boys kept it tuxy. At least we’ll get some man outfit pep come Halloween week.
Oooh, I'm fired up - by the pro-dance and Alex's jive mostly. It’s starting to come together now – sure there’s plenty of beige in there, but even the beige throws up the possibility of crotch pointing or FACE ACTING. I’m just off to watch the Gladiator pro-number again. See you next time - let's see if I can blog three in a row. Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep etc.