So I hoped you all braced yourselves for the show’s attempts to make “Fusion Week” happen, as they hauled out high drama, the most ridiculously OTT stage sets yet, and more 10s than three Christmas Specials combined.
Opening up the show iss Denise, reprising her 50s style jive from Week 2, with a bit of quickstep thrown in there for good measure. Nobody can say that she doesn’t know what her best side is, I guess. Unfortunately for her, her run of jinxed dances continues, as she gets her heel caught in her dress mid-dance, and never really recovered. And not a Jill Halfpenny style snag and then smooth removal either – she rips a great big hole in the thing, as she is only too happy to demonstrate to Bruce, the camera, and several people passing by outside Television Centre. Repeatedly. Louis & Flavia also make a credible but flawed attempt at their fusion, an overwrought yet odd mix of rumba and tango performed to U2 on the set of a 90s softcore porn set, complete with GIANT FLASHING PHALLIC EROTIC LIGHTHOUSE in the background. Louis makes a good fist at portraying the emotions, and capturing the elegance of the rumba, but a poor job of making his GIANT HANDS look like anything other than the baseball gloves that they are. I’m surprised that Craig didn’t add an extra verse to his Spatulistic Song.
Nicky meanwhile is stuck with the hardest combination by far : samba plus American Smooth style foxtrot, the oddly inappropriate staging of Brighton Beach, Olly Murs, and a hostile judging panel and unfortunately, for all his hard work and determination to swim against the tide of this week, makes a bit of a hash of things. If I’d been asked to guess what genres his routine was fusing I would have said tango and salsambcha, it’s that confused. Craig openly tells him that he’s going home, and everyone else vaguely boggles at the inapropriateness of this. Tracy on the other hand is given the easiest combination – quickstep and Charleston, and does very little interesting or dynamic with it. She of course, gets 10s, which are even more scripted than Louis’ were last week, and even less warranted.
The most stark contrast of the night though, is between the two contestants performing the cha-cha/tango combination. In that Kimberley Walsh turns out a gaymazing girlband performance piece to “It’s Raining Men” (!), pouting and wiggling up a storm as she switches constantly and organically from one genre to the other. And Lisa Riley does one dance after the other, badly, with a great big clunk, as Robin decides to do pretty much everything predictable and lazy with the concept of “Fusion Week” that you could possibly cram into one routine. There’s even a mid-routine costume change for God’s sake.
And so that was Fusion Week. Given that more 10s were given out in this one show than in the rest of the series so far combined, I feel it may be back.