‘Dancing With the Stars’ recap: Not so negative campaigning
Rocco DiSpirito, the skinny chef you should never trust, departed Dancing With the Stars last night, with his mama and possible new boy toy, Bruno Tonioli, in tow. Yes, it’s sad and theoretically unfair, but at least our lasting image from week 4 will be Bruno humping Rocco’s tender loin instead of the increasingly dorky Corky humping Cloris Leachman for no real reason. Save it for the exit dance, pops. Was the elder Ballas always so grabby and weird, or has Cloris’ muted behavior merely amplified an already existent excess of shtick?
Speaking of shtick, actually, Lance and Lacey got the go-ahead from DANCMSTR to perform their kind-of-gothy tango as this week’s encore. Maybe it was because I watched this dance through blurry vision with my head resting on my shoulder, but I enjoyed round 2 much more than Lance and Lacey’s first attempt. So next time, if you’re not feelin’ it, let your noggin fall limp like an ‘N Sync puppet. Or quit sleeping for two days. Or…just wait for the encore the next day, I suppose. (This recap is so full-service today! No need to get out of the car.)
I absolutely loved all the smear campaign commercials DWTS ran last night. Maybe that means I have extremely low comedy standards, but I’m pretty sure it just means we’re barely ever offered anything that clever on results nights, so let me have this fun, will you?! Rocco’s and Warren Sapp’s ”weighty” spoof ads pretty much canceled each other out, but I loved the one for Cloris that gave a voice to disgruntled members of the accounting department who’ve had it with Grandma’s tendency to steal props and delay production. Maurice’s was funny because after the line ”Maurice Greene must think this competition is a joke,” I imagined many of you readers joining me in remarking to the TV, ”Um, it is.” (With that loving feeling, of course!) But my favorite was Brooke Burke’s, because it centered around a familiar but never-uttered message that I’m sure feeds loud and clear into many voters’ heads: ”Don’t you just hate her? It’s time to say no to hot chicks who can dance.” They, and drugs, could ruin society for good one of these days.
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