It’s over: Sabra is America’s Favorite Dancer
…and I’m not surprised at all. She had as much talent as Danny, and was more likeable than anybody else. I honestly suspected she had it from the Scream during the Wade Robson solo.
I didn’t actually get to watch the final show – and from what I hear, I’m a little lucky, as Cat made a truly valiant effort to survive wardrobe’s attempt to portray her as a pregnant tulle monster. And the ending was apparently very anticlimactic: “It’s Sabra! Kthxbye!” was the way Blogging SYTYCD put it, and that’s just wrong. After all this time, come on, you’ve learned by now that we need cuddle time, you can’t just roll over and go to sleep…
But I love teh intrawebs, whose system of tubes enabled me to watch the finale, when they brought back the top 20 for a jubilant celebration of just plain dance. It was ensemble, it was showcase, it was a rockin’ jumble of humanity tumbling around each other in grace and beauty and passion, and watching it almost made me want to cry. In the face of Iraq and water shortages and crime and hunger…we are still human, and there is something to be said for that.
Watch it for yourself:
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Amen on Cat’s dress. What was that? And did you have the misfortune to see “Cat and Nigel’s dance”? Wha? And then they couldn’t leave leave time for Sabra and her family to bask in her win for even 30 seconds?