Somebody please put a bullet in So You Think You Can Dance Canada. I really came out of the closet as a fan of the American version this past season. I routinely borrow several memorable dance moves for weddings. I’ll say three things about CTV’s abhorring follow-up.
1. Jean-Marc Généreux is a dirty old man, and I can tell he dyes his hair because it’s purple.
2. Shiny basketball shorts and hoodies from Mark’s Work Warehouse do not constitute a hip-hop costume.
3. Leah Miller is plastic.
I have a small wish list for the Toronto Blue Jays as free agency opens today; Manny Ramirez. If Manny is here, I’m buying season tickets. Ted Rogers has the money, I gave the old fucker $74.00 in extra internet usage charges last month. Another disappointing Blue Jays season would be digestible with Man-Ram flopping around the field in his saggy uniform. Mmm-muffins.
JCVD opens today. I’ve been counting the days since my failed attempt to attend its screening at TIFF this past summer. I hope Jean-Claude Van Damme kicks my ass and causes tears like everyone says he will. Liam Lacey kinda likes it. Maybe a Dolph Lundgren comeback is in order; we’re still owed a sequel to 1987′s Masters of the Universe.
SL
