Lil' Kim's waltz was a struggle; classy, highbrow, and old-fashioned just aren't her strong suits. Her "bionic booty" should have excelled at the salsa, but instead she delivered a solo that was indulgent, frantic, and dare I say ... desperate. Loved her as a performer, I only wish we could have seen more diva Queen Bee instead of the politically correct sound-bite celebrity she became to win votes. What happened to the shout-outs to her girls at Rikers Island?
But let's get to Ty. Jewel, you better watch out because America is falling in love with your husband. As a self-effacing, witty guy's guy who loves his wife and is working really hard to learn ballroom dance, he's like a unicorn. A hot unicorn. His adorable hip-shaking solo for Jewel was waaaaay sexier than Gilles's harlequin-novel-Thunder-From-Down-Under-moonwalk-rolling-on-the-floor rumba. Was anyone else turned off by that?
Melissa was back in fine form, which makes you wonder if she benefited from having a week off due to injury. (Yes.) Did she seem suddenly fresher and more relevant, just because of the Bachelorette promos? (Yes again.) She's completely a lock for the finals. But the question remains: Have Jason and Molly booked their plane tickets yet?
And you'd think that by now, the wardrobe department would have figured out the mysterious formula for maximum cleavage with minimum breast exposure, but I'm guessing it's more of an art than a science. All the shaking and gyrating of Melissa's sexy samba didn't make her boob pop out -- it happened when she got down from the judges' table to get her scores. Go figure.
|Diane Mizota is an accomplished TV host, actor, writer and producer who began her career as a professional dancer. She is a first-time mom who currently lives in Los Angeles with her husband and toddler son.|