The grand final The Series 11 final featured four exciting, contrasting couples and was genuinely impossible to call, making it a gripping watch through both shows. Well, apart from the recaps, the recaps of the recaps, the extended retrospective, the “J word” tales, the manufactured clips and the neverending Christmas special trailer. Really, there’s a […]
Week 12 – The semis We’re back to a lengthy show, so I’ll keep this brief. Here are my five gripes about an otherwise enjoyable semi-final…
Week 11 If there’s one thing guaranteed to rile up our largely unflappable tea-drinking nation, it is a flagrant breach of fair play. We might rail at, rebel against or surreptitiously mock those in authority, but, on the whole, we are comforted by the thought of an established system with comprehensible rules and a general […]
Week 10 “We will not have another disaaaahstrous week,” they said. “We will have jazz hands, and the movie musical equivalent of Stars in Their Eyes, and Ann Summers’ take on a Disney dressing-up box!” they said. “We will have props, and pizzazz, and incongruous ghostly backing dancers, and the hills will be alive with […]
Week 9 There are great episodes of Strictly, there are terrible episodes of Strictly, and there are those so generic, so lacklustre, so totally devoid of meaning that they fail to make any discernable impression whatsoever. The Ed Milibands, if you will.
Week 8 BREAKING NEWS: while our stars were distracted by feathery fans, camp cowboys and dizzying hyperbole, their Blackpool dressing rooms were beset by seaside bandits. Possibly pirates. Rumours that their haul included all of the judges’ low scoring paddles remain unconfirmed. Yet how else to explain Saturday’s WTF marking? Of course, the judging process […]
Week 7, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways: 1. Claudia! 2. No theme! 3. Actual dancing! 4. Bye bye, Dave! 5. After 10 million references to Blackpool, Darcey still confused it with Brighton! (I can’t judge – I’m hazy about anything outside Zone 2.)
Strictly speaking And so to Luuuuuurve Week, meaning the set became a nauseating shrine to DIY bargain-basement tackiness. Why? Truly, we may never know. It’s up there with the great mysteries of the age, like what was really in that briefcase in Pulp Fiction.