Our opening pro routine? Yet again features Anton doing something he…probably shouldn’t, as he plays Endgame in a Cuban love triangle between himself, Oti and Neil. It’s not the most obvious bubbling crucible of erotic latin tension but bless them they tried. Fortunately Oti sells it enough and there’s enough of an all-purpose street party going on around them that it just about manages to come off. Just about.
Otherwise the episode is devoted in large part to people just spilling out all over the place what they’re doing next week (Greg on paso! Cloudia dancing the Viennese Waltz! Danny doing Argentine Tango! Rindy Foxtrot! Ed doing a Gangnam Style to Gangnam Style!). Remember in the old days when we often didn’t find out what genre everyone had until their training update fell out on It Takes Two? Sigh. We also get an extensive session of On The Couch With Kevin Clifton where he takes us through the extensive process of psychological expectation management required to keep Louise Redknapp stable and sane. Or at least according to Kevin, Louise seems perfectly capable of managing herself. Mostly by just saying “ok…ok…ok…ok…ok” until Kevin stops it. I won’t be rushing to sign up for a session with his any time soon to be honest.
The Results? After 7 long weeks, a man FINALLY gets to compete in the dance-off! It’s Ore, so he wins, but it’s a small chink in the heretofore impenetrable armour of the Year Of The Man. His victim is Laura, who seems more or less ready to go home, and hopefully in time, as a Superfan, she will be able to parse her time in the show into being something worthwhile for her. Possibly “Non-Stop Erotic Trainwreck”? That could be a thing right?