Everybody remember where we left off in April? Maddie stumbled. Chloe soared. Abby bent over, let us see her shake her tail feathers ‚ÄĒ then hightailed it outta Jersey in shame. Everybody good? Before we begin, quick moment of silence for Hubby Rik who got his priorities goofed and is working right now instead of patrolling the Pitt Crew for swears and apologies. I guess he will just have to read the little missus’s recap to find out what happens, now won’t he? Or maybe I’ll wait up for him and act the whole thing out. ‚ÄĘ Missed the episode? [...]
Does anyone else besides me remember how we were feeling when we reached the eleventh episode of Season 1? The Maddie-versus-Chloe showdown had reached a fever pitch, with the two duking it out onstage in a stunner of a Black Swan duet, battling for solo supremacy, and about to face off in the competition of their lives. No, not Nationals. Noooo, not for a spot in the Joffrey ballet school. Not even for the top of the all-hallowed pyramid. Nay, they were throwing down for a spot in a music video for a girl named¬†Lux! Turns out we were talking [...]
I actually lost sleep last night thinking up titles for this episode‚Äôs blog, for there was so much from which to choose ‚ÄĒ not the least of which of was Cathy proclaiming her husband ‚ÄúThe Sausage King of Canton.‚ÄĚ “My Beef With Jerkies” was a close runner-up. But for all the hoopla with “Chloe In The Dried-Meat Cat Suit” ‚ÄĒ easily Cathy‚Äôs biggest vengeance victory yet ‚ÄĒ it was pretty hard to ignore the “I See London, I See France-tastic”-ness of those “Topless Showgirl” outfits Abby dreamed up for the group dance. Which ‚ÄĒ if you‚Äôve been watching Dance Moms [...]
Does this mean we can be done with shows about Jill now? That Kendall can dance, happily, supported, victorious and unhindered by her mother‚Äôs ego? That Nia can dance happily and supported, victorious and unpunished for her mother‚Äôs work-life balance? That this show can actually become an eensy-peensy bit about dance again instead of the low blows of high-heeled moms? I‚Äôm guessing no on all accounts, but a girl can dream. Because I want my old Dance Moms¬†back. The ones who ultimately played yakky but reasonably harmless second fiddles to their joyfully dancing daughters.¬†I want to believe that at least [...]
We learned something right out of the gate, didn’t we, Dance Moms Nation?! We learned that the floors in Abby Lee‚Äôs studios cost a whopping $68,000. Thus, like the dancers upon them, they are precious and heels are not allowed. Naturally, Jill shows up in gray suede boots with not-allowed heels. It‚Äôs OK, she tells Abby Lee because she‚Äôs standing on her toes. Rules dribble off Jill like water off a duck, but Abby lets it slide for now, ¬†‚Äėcause she‚Äôs got stuff on her mind.¬†Namely this week‚Äôs competition, which is Dance Explosion in Secaucus, NJ. It will be riddled [...]
By Lori Acken Follow @ChannelGuideLLA Forgive me for saying it, but God bless Cathy Nesbitt-Stein. For if it were not for her and her rosy-red dreams of revenge-steeped glory, this episode of Dance Moms¬†‚ÄĒ “Cathy Brings It On!” ‚ÄĒ may have become too depressing to watch. In a genuinely depressing depressing sort of way ‚ÄĒ not in the incredulous, “this cannot possibly be happening” camptacular sort of way of the first nine episodes.¬†In a tense, tired, beaten-down moms, tinderbox Abby, pins-and-needles children, “can anybody possibly leave here saying hooray for anything about Hollywood?” sort of way.
By Lori Acken Follow @ChannelGuideLLA Do I trust this video to still be in this cyber-spot when I wake up in the morning? No. No I do not. But in any case, here’s what we have to look forward to tomorrow night, Dance Mom fans and spectators. Cathy versus Abby and a nice little air-slap/talk-to-the-hand mutation. I’ll be back to blog as usual on Thursday.
Oh you crafty, crafty Lifetime people! You’re finally onto me. You’ve finally figured out that I watch each premiere episode of Dance Moms pen and paper free in order to stay deeply in touch with my own personal moments of elation and revulsion, to track the number of times my husband drapes himself over the back of the sofa, gapemouthed, to watch … and mostly to save my hands for holding a beer and a bowl of ice cream, which just go really well with Dance Moms. Come morning, I return to the online episode to fill in exact quotes, [...]