Entertainment Weekly


Stay Connected


Advertise With Us

Learn More

Skip to content


So You Think You Can Dance recap: Missing the Mark

After elimination night, our correspondent mourns the loss of his favorite dancer but looks forward to seeing Katee, Joshua, Twitch, and Courtney dance off in next week’s finale

Posted on

Mark Kanemura

So You Think You Can Dance

TV Show
Reality TV
run date:
Nigel Lythgoe, Cat Deeley, Mary Murphy
Current Status:
In Season

Well, hell. I read several different So You Think You Can Dance final four combinations yesterday in the message boards — along with Katee and Joshua, I saw Mark and Chelsie, Twitch and Chelsie, and Mark and Courtney — but I don’t know that I saw a single one that included Twitch and Courtney. Of course, watch, like, seven of you post immediate corrections to the contrary, but, honestly, that particular quartet would’ve jumped out at me — like, say, the person who was so over Katee and Joshua and rooting instead for Twitch, Mark, Courtney, and Chelsie.

Oh, also, I’m pissed. Like, really pissed. Like, threw my napkin down into my first box of pizza in three months since I suddenly became lactose intolerant and then shouted a naughty word in anger right after I didn’t hear Cat Deeley call Mark’s name as the second guy to make it to the finals pissed. This surprised me. I knew I was pulling for Mark above all the other dancers, but I hadn’t quite realized I’d become that invested in the guy, especially since, yeah, I know, he ain’t the dancer that Travis was in season 2, or Danny in season 3. Apparently, that doesn’t matter. I’ve been in such a foul mood since watching Twitch steal Mark’s spot in the finals that, rather than write up last night’s results show, to cope I flipped to an episode of Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List (just so I could see Suze Orman smack down Kathy’s assistant), then fired up the ”Hub” episode from this season’s Battlestar Galactica (just so I could see Roslin and Adama get all lovey-wuvy at the end), then caught the final act of an early-period episode of Scrubs (just so I could catch J.D. telling Turk, ”I miss you so much, it hurts”), and then caught the opening few minutes of the “SpongeBob: Atlantis Squarepantis movie (just because it was airing, somewhat inexplicably, on MTV).

”Adam, aren’t you stalling? I mean, that is quite the elaborate pity-party TV binge, and I guess it demonstrates the, um, depth of your, er, despair over Mark’s leaving SYTYCD. But this all kinda feels like you’re postponing the inevitable here, doesn’t it?” Well, yeah, but it isn’t like there’s all that much of the show to recap, really, but here goes: Mandy Moore’s opening group number was pretty and boring, asking little of the guys beyond their ability to hold their respective partners in the air as the women skittered over the guys’ bodies in various beatific poses. Nigel gave the annual ”the world of dance is so much harder than this show, so be prepared for oodles and oodles of rejection” speech, with the thoughtful touch that all six of the finalists polled over 1 million votes last night. (I know at least 20 of Mark’s were from my cell phone. Ahem.) Of the three judges’ speeches, I much preferred Adam Shankman’s to the rest. Mary’s declaration that all of the top six deserved to win didn’t ring so true to my ears (you know she’d rather Will were up there), whereas Shankman came off as genuinely invested in them and their continued success. Yes, I did notice that Mark was the only dancer who didn’t applaud when Shankman earnestly admonished them to treat their fans with kindness and respect, but some people just feel weird about being all ”yay, I have fans, yay!” (I’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t I? Breathe, Adam, breathe.)

NEXT: Chelsie’s solo flight