Reality tv is just getting to be too much. Yeah, I watch one show without fail. So You Think You Can Dance. And anyone who knows about my obsession with dance movies isn’t surprised by this AT ALL. If I can happily sit through stuff like Center Stage, Fame, or Breakin’ (1 and 2), then of COURSE I want to watch a dance show. But then, I saw an ad for this show. CelebraCadabra, and my head imploded.
Now, it’s personal. I am personally offended. You already know about my magical upbringing, right? And now here is this show, this giant piece of fecal matter with the audacity to bill itself as entertainment, and it is infringing upon everything I hold dear about my childhood. PLUS, they’re probably giving secrets away, which I KNOW is going to piss my daddy off. AND, it wrangles these weird, has-been celebrities and operates under the assumption that ANYONE can do magic, as long as they practice for 1/10 of the time that professionals do and have cameras on them and confessional booths. ARGH!!! This is so irritating!!! To console myself, I’m going to go watch some dancers as they turn ballet on its head, by wearing red (gasp!) ballet shoes and doing an impossible number of pirouettes and . . . yeah.