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It's tempting to start at the end this week, what with the ending being what it was, but with this being the first week, let's take a moment to learn a couple of names.
In the "Group Who We've Been Following Since The Audition Episodes", we have Sasha, the black girl with the fat sister that was kept in the competition long enough to create the moment of manufactured non-tension when only one of them would be put into the top 20. Hmm, which is it going to be, the 105-pound cutie or the 160-pound girl who was diagnosed with diabetes during Vegas week? At least these girls seemed smart enough to know the score, and be happy that the only one who actually had a chance at the big show got in. We have Jess, whose skills as a Broadway dancer are surpassed only by the degree to which he is an insufferably smug little shit. We have Jordan, who seems to think that dancing like stripper will distract us from butterface (it works about half the time). And we have Robert, the hip-hop dancer who celebrates each breath taken by constantly shouting "Wooooo!" like a G-rated Tourette's patient.
Jess, Jordan, and Robert all found themselves in the bottom 7 this week - 7 instead of 6 because we had the three most unpopular couples and Mitchell, who kept alive a distressing trend of dancers being unable to perform due to injury and thus leaving themselves eligible for elimination. Jess, along his partner Clarice (or "Claariiiiiiice" as the Suze must repeat it, Lecter-style, every time), performed a Tyce Diorio Broadway number. That's right: Jess, the Broadway-style dancer, did a Broadway-style number, and was put into the bottom 3 anyway. It's not because of his dancing, which is excellent (he is, in fact, the best Broadway dancer the show has ever had). It is because America can tell what an insufferable little prick he is.
In fact, the entire bottom three was inexplicable. The Suze and I like to guess who will be in the bottom three each week. We had picked Ashley/Chris and Ryan/Ricky, who both performed "lyrical hip-hop" numbers. (Lyrical hip-hop, so far as I can tell, is an effort to give Tabitha & Napoleon style hip-hop a name other than "hip-hop for white people".) I had suspected that Iveta/Nick would be put in the bottom for their quickstep, which, despite being marvelous, was still a quickstep.
The inexplicability of the dancers put in danger led to the unprecedented ending. The dancers came out and performed their solos, each of which was more spectacular than the last, each of which led to shots of Nigel furrowing his brow and rubbing his temples. After coming back from break, Nigel asked two of the men, the suddenly healed-Mitchell and Robert to re-perform their solos. And after all of that, nobody was sent home.
It came down to the girls, or the "beasts" as Nigel keeps calling them. The panel was unable, or unwilling, to send one of these girl dancers home. The panel was probably completely willing to send Robert home, but since that would have led to a boy/girl imbalance, he skated by. Basically, the panel told America, "You got this wrong. We're giving you another chance to vote properly and think about what you've done." The will of the people was thwarted. This week, instead of eliminating a dancer, Nigel and his judging panel eliminated democracy.
In ObscureCraft's ongoing effort to provide thorough and complete 24/7 coverage of the SYTYCD world, I'm going to discuss this week's shenanigans while avoiding comment on the overall rankings of the group, except insofar as I disagree with Jesse.
Any discussion of this week has to start with the utterly classless remarks of the judges to Melinda, where all three told her they regretted not sending her home the week before, and then went on to savage her performance again. Sending her home should have happened the first week, but the fuckup there was by the judges, not Melinda. It's just mean to rub salt in the wounds like that.
Just as important would of course be how ridiculously good routine Tabitha and Napoleon choreographed for Alex and Twitch was. This pretty clearly proves they read ObscureCraft, since they handled the criticism of their "lame wusshop routines" by coming out with something that actually hit hard. A lot of the credit has to go to Twitch. One of his underrated talents in his own season was his ability to make his partners look good by bringing them up near his level without outshining them, and this was on full display.
Aside from that, it was a fairly dull week. While the judges gave Adechike a bit too much credit, he did loosen up and actually seemed to be not entirely repulsed by his partner. Maybe Kathryn just isn't his type.
Jose finally stepped on the land mine of 'any style that isn't hip hop or something nobody in america gets' and despite it taking both his legs, he somehow avoided the bottom again.
Billy and Robert are both getting increasingly dull and outshined by Alex and really need to do something that's interesting or fun as opposed to boring but well danced. Ok that skates the line into rankings but seriously Alex makes them obsolete on the show. Perhaps someone should have thought, 'hey if we take six contemporary dancers and one is really amazing... wouldn't that make the rest of the show dull?'.
Next week we have two routines to look forward to, including the contestants dancing with each other. But only once, so don't worry, there won't be any of that stupid bullshit like 'chemistry' or 'fun' that so plagued earlier seasons. And no Nigel, the Alex/Twitch routine doesn't justify this. If anything, it justifies an all-Twitch season.
Which would still be better than this format.
Since I just can't quit commenting on this show, let's take a glance backwards in uninformed, lightning fast fashion, ignoring the ones too dull to be worth remembering. Also let's face it, the all stars are consistently outdancing the contestants to the point it's not even worth the effort to type out each time, so use your imagination!
Because apparently they can't scrape up enough filler, we'll now be watching extended scenes of each dancer pulling their partner out of a hat, possibly every week. It's only purpose is to make me sad that Twitch got left out, then to realize that the male all stars will be tragically underused, since most of the female contestants are going to be out fast.
Adechike comes back from his incredibly uncomfortable first week performance with a quite decent routine, even if it is set to the horrific "Listen to Your Heart". OH GOD I'M HEARING IT AGAIN NOW WHY DID I THINK ABOUT IT.
Alex had a technically proficient but dull routine that was supposedly inspired by Bob Fosse. Amusingly, he flubs Cat's softball about which routines he watched: "...uh, a bunch of them on YouTube". He should've asked Sarah Palin how well that works as an answer.
It feels almost mean to even comment on Billy Bell. At least he gave it something that looks like effort for the first time this season.
Melinda is worth mentioning solely because of Nigel's utterly incomprehensible ramblings about Canada and Mother Nature. Perhaps he and Lil C switched brains backstage.
Jose was not good at Bollywood, but he looked like he was having fun and it was infectious. That should buy him a couple weeks.
Also having fun? Lauren. Unfortunately it was a routine about domestic abuse.
Poor Kent must have stepped on a costumer's toes backstage or something, that S&M outfit was just unpleasant. He gives a solid effort, and when the judges aren't being too obnoxious about him he's actually growing on me. Nigel apparently does NOT want the all stars to say anything as he gives Courtney a severe death glare when she speaks up.
Bottom Three? Melinda and Cristina again, with a wild card third. Adechike probably avoided the axe, but it could easily be him or Jose. At some point the judges are going to have to start sending guys home just to keep some kind of parity so expect some bitching about that from me when it happens.
It's been so long since I've written anything it actually took me a second to think of my password.* This won't be as detailed as we got into last season, but I wanted to comment because everyone I know in real life is getting sick of my commentary. I think my father might disown me if I mention the show any more to him.
Karen and Kevin
...wait, what? Her puff piece before the dance is that she's divorcing her husband from Vegas week? That's unexpected, butpresumably they were both taking it from both ends for the entire week.
Their dance was the Hustle, and it was not totally cringe inducing. Karen was solid although unspectacular, and Kevin probably staved off his pending elimination for another week. It also marks the beginning of a bizarrely generous night by the judges, as they start forgiving ass routine after ass routine because it wasn't the dancer's exact style.
Ashleigh and Jakob
Ashleigh is a nerd, Jakob is still boring. If any couple were breaking up I would have put money on Ashleigh and her husband, who is a better dancer and doesn't have a terrifying horse face. She's a reverse centaur! I don't like this couple but I have to begrudgingly admit that this was a good routine, and danced well. Particularly considering the routines to come.
Pauline and Peter
Peter helps out special people. Shooting the big guns early, although not surprising after last week's tap holocaust.
This routine seems vaguely racist, but cute. It was also danced terribly but all things considered, reasonably watchable. It would probably have been more merciful for Nigel to just do a triple elimination last week rather than bother with the charade of a quickstep.
Kathryn and Legacy
I was actively annoyed when Legacy made it on. First off, he's already successful, having been on tour with big groups as a dancer. why take a slot away from someone who might actually need it? Second, in Vegas he could barely blunder through anything that wasn't his style. Third, he's a giant douche, seriously, his name is Legacy. Even as a B-Boy name that's dumb.
However, he's rocked it basically every night since then. This was probably his weakest, but it was still entertaining. And he was saddled with Kathryn who probably would have been better off replaced by a sack of potatoes with a vacant smile drawn on it. The judges agree.
Channing and Victor
Channing had a newspaper article written about her tractor racing ability as a young girl. Ok that's actually kind of interesting, and she gets points for not blatantly pandering for votes.
Stacey Tookey is a good choreographer, and this is a pretty good routine danced pretty well. Not great, but compared to what's ahead not bad.
Ellenore and Ryan
I seriously cannot believe the judges did not boo them off the stage, much less give them compliments. This routine was completely blowful. Mediocre choreography that could have possibly been saved by great dancing, but great dancing this wasn't. It was awful, they weren't synchronized at all and looked silly.
Mollee and Nathan
Urban Dictionary: "Disastrophe"
1. A really, really bad problem. Worse than a disaster, worse than a catastrophe.
2. That dance.
I really wanted to leave it at that but I've been wanting to mock Nathan's ridiculous face and guyliner for a while. His secret should have been that he and the singer of Panic at the Disco are brothers, created as the result of a failed cold war experiment to 'cure' homosexuality. This guy makes Adam Lambert look macho. They suck, and are annoying, and this is almost certainly the only chance to get rid of them because tweens will keep them into the top 4 at least.
Noelle and Russell
First off I'd like to say that I appreciate the judges thumbing the scales for someone good for once (having him do a solo the first episode, giving him the pimp slot here). Noelle launches the torpedoes with a big interview with her stroke-ridden brother, only to not need it as this routine ruled. I'm not sure any other couple could have pulled it off, but Russell is, as always, amazing, and even Noelle didn't suck it up as much as she should have.
*twist ending: it was... saved in my browser history THE WHOLE TIME DUN DUN DUUUN.
We open with the picture frame routine again. I gather that this is a two hour greatest hits episode, making it a ton of fun to blog. Remember all those months ago? It certainly feels like it's been months of blogs. 26.2 million votes seems pretty impressive, I wonder how it compares to American Idol finales. Mia Michaels looks particularly terrifying tonight, and Mary is sporting massive bling. Lil C is also in attendance, so I know what's going to take up the bulk of the time. Hint: it is incoherent rambling. (Edit: he actually didn't say more than a sentence all night, the egg is on my face).
The winner after the jump...
The night you have all been waiting for is here. Maybe it's because you want to see who will become America's favorite dancer. Maybe it's because you want me to stop writing about this shit. Either way, you get your wish tonight, as Jeanine, Evan, Kayla, and Brandon take the stage one. Last. Time.
SYTYCD seems to appreciate the epicness of the occasion, as they have upgraded their digs for the first time in 5 years. For the finale, they've moved into the Kodak Theater, home of venerable American institutions like the Oscars and, uh, American Idol.
Mary Murphy turns to the crowd looking for noise, shouting, "I can't hear you! I can't hear you!" Sadly, nobody in the crowd realizes that, after years of listening to her own shouting, she cannot actually hear them.
This is one of the most ridiculous of the many ridiculous group numbers. It's actually kind of entrancing, though not entirely in a good way. Also, kind of unfair as some of the dancers get noticeably more terrible face paint than others. The number ends with sad Evan crying as the other dancers go back in their box. Cat calls it the saddest routine she's ever seen. DID YOU ALREADY FORGET ABOUT THE CANCER DANCE CAT DEELEY?
Before we begin tonight, I have to make an apology for last week. I have to apologize for my lack of cynicism.
I never thought that lack of cynicism would be a problem I would suffer from, but my bright eyed optimism for the future of the human race shone through last week like a lighthouse through the fog. When I made my predictions for last week, I said the following:
"Bottom two are: Evan and Ade, Jeanine and Melissa. I think Ade is great, but he was in the bottom last week. Evan should go home. We'll see what happens. Is his fan base really that strong? And for the ladies, Melissa is done."
What was wrong with this prediction? Very simply a little thing I like to call the cancer dance. As I'm sure you all remember, Ade and Melissa performed Tyce Diorio's interpretation of breast cancer... THROUGH DANCE. And when I watched it, I saw... THROUGH THE BULLSHIT. It was a pathetic, ridiculous attempt to tug heartstrings and Emmy ballots, and I called out Tyce for scripting it, and the judges for all sobbing and gesticulating on cue. I guess one might consider this a cynical point of view.
But my cynicism failed me when I predicted that they would go home. While I saw through the bullshit, I thought that the viewers at home would see right through it, too. But I was wrong. A true cynic would have realized that, not only was it bullshit, but it would work. So I apologize for the failure, and promise to do better this week. (And go ahead and fill in next year's Emmy ballot with Tyce Diorio's name under choreography while you are it. Fuckers.)
Now: on with the show!
"Nigel, what's been the best part of the show for you"
"At it's best, television can reach out and unite the country, and I think that happened last night with Tyce's routine".
Tragically, I miss everything before this quote thanks to my DVR deciding to stop recording it, but I think it's all downhill from that. Apparently Barack Obama just needs to hire Tyce DiOrio as press secretary. Oh Jesus Christ, it's a clip show. What did I ever do to you, SYTYCD producers?
Maybe it's because I just started watching the show recently, but this is doing less than nothing for me. In fact, I'm wishing I had spent 11 hours writing Informix stored procedures at work instead of 10. But like a fatter and not as funny Joel McHale, I watch it for you, dear reader. Note the lack of plural there, I have no illusions.
That is a strong top 8. 3 hot girls, one butterface, 3 guys I really like, and Jason.
Cat Deeley looks great tonight. Even moreso in contrast to last Thursday, when she looked like she was hosting after hooking up with some guy in exchange for crack.
Who is that lesbian that isn't Mia Michaels? Ellen Degeneres is on the panel?!
I like Mia Michaels' hair tonight. Mostly because it covers her face.
Travis, after his great routine last week, is back to choreograph the top 8. Everybody comes out for a futuristic rave routine; the dancers are all outfitted with lights or something. Nigel calls it "very Lady Gaga," which I guess is supposed to be a compliment.
They all love the costumes and the choreography, but I didn't like this at all. The choreography was just all 8 of them doing the same thing, which is what you do as a choreographer when you can't think of anything interesting to do.
You know why More To Love is so groundbreaking? Cause of all those fat chicks walking on the ground are breaking it! YES BURN ON YOU FAT LADIES.
Spoiler Alert: Kupono goes home, finally. Fuck you judges for making us watch his boring prancing this long. Interestingly enough, while standing in line, Steph and I discussed the show and came to the conclusion Randi and Kupono were probably going home just by virtue of sucking way more than anybody else. I may diss America a lot, but it certainly fucked up less than the judges this time!
I've been at Disney World the last week, funneling my wallet into Mickey Mouse's greedy, antisemitic mouth, so I'm just now watching it thanks to TV MAGIC. I am growing increasingly concerned for Nigel's sanity, Mary Murphy seems to have infected him.
With this episode, we reach the stage of the show where the Thursday episode is just sadistic. The lower voted dancers are still forced to cavort for their life, but with no ability to change the results, it's just one last chance to get browbeaten by the judges.
Would you rather move once a year or get your prostate checked every other day? See, I think at this point I'd go with the prostate exam. Sure, it'd be uncomfortable at first, but you'd loosen up and get used to it, right? Yes, I'm watching this episode of So You Think You Can Dance surrounded by boxes and chaos yet again. Although on the plus side, one more move qualifies me as a gypsy and I get to start cursing people. WATCH YOUR BACK KEVIN.
So we have our top 10. While the top dancers are as talented as ever, there is a depressing amount of fat left to be trimmed. And I'm not just talking about Randi's thighs. I'm talking about you, Japono. (That's how I'm referring to Jason and Kupono from now on; if they are going to be identically mediocre performers, then I might as well not even bother remembering their separate names.)
Did anybody get a boner when Cat Deeley said je ne se qua? I would have except I already had one cause of her dress.
Look it was that or The Final Frontier. I'm dosed to shit on cold medicine so this will probably be evenmore rambling and stream of consciousness than normal. Cat Deeley is wearing a short dress but it has giant bling so that's halfway to normal. Not halfway to normal is the opening routine, a NappyTabs set to Seven Nation Army. I liked the costuming though.
Now we'll find out the FINAL TEN. The judges will get one last chance to kick off someone more talented in favor of Kupono then it's America's turn. Fortunately, these recaps are getting shorter since there's less and less content, but the filler will be agonizing.
Tonight we trim the fat in many ways. We whittle the group down to the top 10 (who get to go on tour!) AND the dancer's will be performing twice, eliminating all the interminable fluff from last week. This will also be the last week we get our familiar pairings; next week, the pairings are randomized along with the performance styles.
And since this is the last chance for the judges to shape the top 10, we should have learned enough to figure out who will be cut tomorrow night.
But enough about that - look at Cat Deeley tonight! She is rocking a gorgeous retro look tonight that is floating my boat all the way up onto the dock, if you know what I mean*.
*It means I have an erection.
This recap will be on the briefer side since I have to get ready for the first annual ObscureCraft Retreat. I've been warned that the results are "Shocking". Evan better not get thrown off, that's all I have to say.
First off are Karla and Vitolio aka the KV club SEE JESSE I'M USING IT. Also Randi and Evan. One is safe, one in danger. KV nailed the quickstep as much as it could be done, but Randi and Evan are lovable and also Evan is wearing a large white bowtie. I'd miss either of them. The quickstep remains the kiss of death. Nigel says "they're no stranger to the bottom 3 they'll adjust". Not a good omen.
Jeanette and Brandon - they did the cha cha, the judges and OC SO Steph liked it, I found Brandon's feminine manners offputting. Safe.
Kayla and Kupono - I love weird contemporary routines and this one worked for me despite Kupono being annoying. It was a little high concept, but not as weird as the alien impregnation routine so the weird voters might vote them instead. High risk of being in the bottom. ...and they are. Kupono is living on borrowed time. Mia liked the weird contemporary routine, STOP THE PRESSES. She also blatantly says she'll vote to keep them.
Melissa and Ade - Pas de Deux, still boring. Yes it was performed well, but it was boring. I'll take zombies fucking aliens any day. Safe.
Caitlin and Jason had the aforementioned routine. In an increasingly common occurance, I find myself disliking the male dancers but loving the women. Last season there were so many great male dancers. Anyway despite my annoyance I think Jason went all in and rocked it. Safe. The weirder voters do in fact turn out, even though the zombie routine was better.
Jeanine and Philip - LOVE LOCKDOWN A LOVE LOCKDOWN GET YOUR LOVE LOCKDOWN. This was a fun routine despite his annoying face. Don't lie, we were all hoping for him to trip on the chain. Philip go home you are in the bottom three even in your element with a gimmick performance set to KANYE. That's a freebie.
Nigel lets us know that people like different things, THANKS. Mary rambles about something that I don't pay attention to. Did Mia Michaels even say anything? As promised I am fast forwarding through the guest dancers before I slip into a permanent coma.
What is this commercial about attractive people trying to sell fat surly nerds cell phones. Here at ObscureCraft we are all about surly nerds but this commercial is terrible.
Karla is as beautiful as ever but the solo seems slow and unimpressive. Probably trying to avoid the 'desperate' charges from last time. She's really pushing her luck with that one.
Vitolio, RASCAL FLATTS? What the hell Vitolio, what the hell? The only notable thing was blatantly squeezing in a spin after the buzzer. He won me over with the quickstep, but then he overused the 'kiss of joy' comment, it wasn't funny the first time dammit.
Kayla. And now Sarah MacLachlan. Increasingly strange solo music choices this weekend. I know a lot more about music than dance, maybe that's why I focus on the song selection more than the style. Kayla is definitely safe.
Kupono - Cut off jean shorts? At least he's cutting down on the bling a little bit. Meeeh. Oh God Kelly Clarkson is performing WHYYYYYY
Jeanine is also great. I would send all three guys home and keep all three girls. In my basement.
Philip argh why does your annoying face ruin a great solo. This was the standout of the guys but he's been pretty blah in the weekly dances so he's not entirely safe. Safest of the three though.
Wasn't Kelly Clarkson young and skinny at one point?
Unanimous on the girls. "We don't talk about you Jeanine.. but it was brilliant." Get to InTrade and sell Karla fast. Kayla - "Judge's and choreographer's favorite. Not dancing from the heart". Karla "A very good dancer but...." she's done. Didn't even pay attention after that. And right, she's done. Sorry Jesse. You get one last montage to finish up.
Unanimous on the guys too. Philip is "unique and superb at what he does. A little desperate" Goddamnit this is the most annoying criticism. He and his obnoxious face are safe. Kupono tries to jack Vitolio's spot. "Great presence, but don't really deliver anything apart from that". Kupono "Such a weak solo." But he sounds safe. AGAIN. DESPITE BEING TERRIBLE EVERY WEEK. GODDAMNIT WHY? Max and now Vitolio sacrificed on the altar of their inexplicable lust for Kupono.
Before we begin, I have to apologize to my audience that reads this every week about getting this out a day late. Sorry, Kevin.
This week, in addition to the usual running side commentary from the Suze, we are visited by Rose, the official sister of Obscurecraft.net, and OC contributor Daytrader.
And DT immediately points out something that has somehow eluded me during the credits, which is that Kupono's name is showed with a bar over the U in his name. Is this So You Think You Can Pronounce?
This episode also starts off on Rose's bad side: "That was a really lame opening, they all hit there spot at the wrong time." Shit, Rose is really particular.
This week's Cat Deeley fashion update: a bright pink 1980's prom dress with a wide sparkly belt. Only Cat Deeley could pull that dress off. Well, her and her boyfriend. GOD I HATE HIM.
Everybody in the room boos when Mia Michaels is revealed as the guest judge. Rose: what is that shirt? Rose has a point, as she appears to be either wearing the puffy shirt from Seinfeld, or she's just tucked an enormous napkin into her jacket so she doesn't get orange Cheetoh dust all over her.
Amazingly, I actually have TV despite Comcast's best efforts so this recap can actually happen. Two mindblowing things happen in the first few minutes: Cat wears something not completely absurd, and the group dance doesn't suck. In fact, it's pretty damn great, perhaps the best hiphop one I've seen.
Nigel is sad that all the celebrities died, which I'm sure Jesse and Jim will be joking about shortly. Farah taught him how to make a pecan pie. Michael Jackson is a "life to celebrate, an inspiration". Keep Nigel away from your children. Hel cannot stop talking but it is, thankfully, a break from Cat talking about how sad Thursdays make her. They go into the Thriller video, which is amazing but like most people I just watched it on Youtube this afternoon.
Cat Deeley comes out looking gorgeous in tangerine gladiator chic tonight. Which of course means she'll probably be wearing a garbage bag paired with a sassy black woman's Easter hat tomorrow. She never looks good two days in a row.
Watching the top dancers come out just makes me realize how much I miss last year's top ten. Especially the top 5 guys. They were all so good. COME BACK TWITCH I LOVE YOU.
Tonight's rotating judge seat is Toni Basil. Yes, that Toni Basil. And she announces that she has won a living legend of hip hop award? What? This is hip hop??
Hey, Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine I bust a CAP IN A NIGGA YO MICKEY *BANG BANG BANG* YO MICKEY *BANG BANG BANG*
And here we go, as I take a break from the endless hell of packing to recap a mostly filler rewards show! Cat Deeley opens it up wearing a sassy low cut suit, apparently having taken last night's criticism to heart. The opening number is a bizarre Mya Michaels choreographed routine of robots* set to Stevie Wonder's "Higher Ground". I get distracted by how much better the original is than the Red Hot Chili Peppers version and zone out. Lil C's ridiculously nonsensical statements get a montage of their own, complete with reaction shots of the crowd. They're a hilarious mix of 'pretending to understand it' and 'shaking head in disbelief'.
*maybe, I don't fucking know.
So You Think You Can Dance is back for week 2, and before the dancing even begins we're off to a good start as Cat Deeley comes out wearing the Statue of Liberty's prom dress. One of the pleasures of this show is watching the sartorial insults that are hurled at Cat Deeley's beautiful figure every week.
Randi and Evan
In the completely unnecessary gimmick to frame the performances that is now going to be shoehorned in every week, we learn about the contestants "secrets". Randi makes out with her dog, and Evan once had incredible sideburns. Can we get to the dancing now please?
Louis Van Amstel teaches the pair a jive, which means the same tired and predictable critiques we always get from Nigel about the lack of double bounce, the quality of kick retractions*, and how he didn't "get down into" the dance, whatever that means. Getting down is good advice during a drive by, but less helpful during a dance routine.
Hot on the heels of last night, we come back with the first psuedo-voting off in the summer season of So You Think You Can Dance. We start off with a group dance set to the increasingly ubiquitous Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas aka "you so two thousand and late". The main standout here are the costumes, at least on the women, as they are exceedingly tight and the dance prominently features ass shaking. Yeah, I'm going to objectify the women almost as much as Jesse. Deal with it.