It hit me just the other day, SAT analogy style: So You Think You Can Dance is the bubble gum pop of the dance world just as pop is...well...pop of the music world. There's talent, there's fun choreography, but it's "lightness" as only Milan Kundera can describe it.
The topics are often a plebeian love - relate-able, but also very, very run of the mill, which makes sense, because the songs are so very often top 40 pop hits as well. The length of time: less than it takes to go to the bathroom. The target audience: 16 year olds. Which is why so many scenes end with either a heart wrenched girl or guy being left behind to crumble on the dance floor, Twilight style; or end with a sappy kiss. (Since when did kissing become an interesting dance move? If I wanted that from a show, I'd just watch anything else).
It's hard to read this without feeling like I must harbor anger in my heart towards this show, but this is simply how I think it is. I'm also not ashamed to admit I still listen to Britney Spears just like I'm not ashamed to admit (as I've said before) that I find So You Think You Can Dance enjoyable and sometimes quite clever.
The fact remains either way: I love me my bubble gum pop.
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