Well I finally decided to watch Elizabeth Berkley in her first gig since Showgirls where she shaved her chocha for all to see and bumped lines of coke with Kyle McLachlan. I have to say, there is part of me that likes ol' Lizzie - I think she probably secured a place in my heart when she first performed her "I'm so excited" soliloquoy on Saved by the Bell when I was a youngster.
Some skin grafting and eye lid pulls later, she appears on Bravo as a Xanax-serene angel nymph hosting an odd menagerie of wannabe dancers as they twist and turn through the "audition" process.
The show is poorly produced and it is the first dance show in the history of dance shows that I actually don't like. I'd rather listen to the announcer on Dancing with the Stars say "Carrie Ann Inaba" in that scary voice a trillion times before I'd watch another second of this pathetic installation.
The sad part is, Bravo weakly used all the right elements from its amazing programs like Make me a Supermodel and Runway but this one just doesn't cut it for me.
Also, there is a gay porn star dancer in it which makes the whole thing a bit funnier - considering that the host used to dance at the Cheetah.
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