Donny and Kym givin’ it their all.
Last night was the finale of Season 9 of Dancing With the Stars, and what a two-hour dancing extravaganza it was! Glitz, shine, teeth, tans, tears, and false eyelashes abounded. But, in the end, there could only be one winner, and that was 1970s teen idol (and No. 1 heartthrob of my mom), Donny Osmond. Dancing with Kym Johnson, Donny quietly dominated the season because of his popularity with the audience, and not necessarily because of his consistent dancing. Team Osmond topped their season off, however, with a show-stopping freestyle dance that had Donny stepping out as a Broadway dancer, all decked out for what was an energetic and exciting performance (Kym was really giving those kicks hell!). Judges Carrie Ann Inaba, Bruno Tonioli, and Len Goodman thought so too, and the pair scored a perfect 30. And, as Tom Bergeron ominously warned many times on Monday, the freestyle dance often makes or breaks a DWTS couple and the best performance usually produces the show’s winner. Voila! Donny and Kym take the cake, Mya and Dmitry Chaplin, the top-scoring couple all season, come second after an oatmeal freestyle dance modelled after a Hairspray number, and Kelly Osbourne and Louis van Amstel place third after a freestyle dance in which Kelly messed up and whose own mistakes left her giggling uncontrollably afterward.
Personally, even though I thought Mya was the best dancer, I was secretly hoping and had myself convinced that Kelly was going to win. The chants of “Kel-ly! Kel-ly!” that occurred twice during last night’s show buoyed my hopes, but alas, it was not meant to be. Osmond-mania strikes in the new millennium.
So, here we are, Mirrorball Trophy awarded, and another season ended. I haven’t watched DWTS from the beginning, but started up with it in Season 6 (winners: Kristi Yamaguchi and Mark Ballas) after much urging from my mom. While it held no interest for me before mom’s fierce recommendation, once I gave it a try, I was hooked immediately! No stranger to reality television, I had no qualms there, and not exactly adverse to copious amounts of TV watching, adding another show into my viewing schedule was not a problem. (Yes, I do have a viewing schedule—what of it, say you?!) Anyway, I love the costumes on DWTS, I think the band is wildly talented in their renditions of anything from jazz to classic rock, the makeup on the women is always amazing, and I like to believe I could dance like that, too, if I just had a professional teacher who would give me one-on-one personal lessons, dammit! But, since I don’t have an abundance of calls coming in asking me to be the next member of the DWTS cast, as their made-up-by-me-new-feature-in-Season-10 “real person,” I guess I will have to settle for, well, nothing because DWTS won’t be back until, from what I can tell, Spring 2010. Until then, I suppose I can work on perfecting my spray tan and then falling asleep every night to Donny’s dulcet tones crooning Puppy Love in my ear.