“Dancing with the Stars” season 11 debuted last night, and I know I speak for many people when I say: instant addiction.
(They put something in the water.)
If you don’t watch the show, you are correct in labeling it shallow and silly. This show celebrates spray tan and spangles and D-list celebrities and the kind of dancing heretofore only seen in silent movies.
What DOESN’T work for me is Brooke Burke as his co-host. I gave her all last year to get her very long legs under her in this job, but she continues to stumble. Must the loyal DWTS audience endure an entire season of her constant missteps?
The problems start in the show intro. Tom is exuberant, his voice filled with energy and excitement. Brooke sounds like she is reciting the phone book. Tom could ad lib his way out of a death row sentence; she can’t even come up with a different way to say “How do you like your score?” in the post-dance interview.
She’s beautiful to look upon, no doubt, and she did win DWTS a couple of years ago…but Drew Lachy was a much better co-host when he filled in for former co-host Samantha Harris during her maternity leave.
Would it be so terrible to have an all-male host team on DWTS? Or, at the very least, two competent hosts?
We’re so excited you back, DWTS. Don’t let Brooke Burke kill our buzz.