Names unfamiliar? How about Brian Nelson? Know him? No? Kind of shrug or have a neutral reaction?
How about M. Night Shaymalan?
Well, sure. NOW you wince or shudder or remember when that name promised a brain-twisting thrill of a suspense film before he wandered off into self-indulgent crap.
In the grand scheme of things, I know that “Dancing with the Stars” doesn’t even register.
But it bugs me that, when they announced this year’s cast, virtually all of the focus has been on Bristol Palin, with occasional glances at David Hasselhoff, Mrs. Brady, and some guy from an MTV reality program. And absolutely no one is paying the least bit of attention to the REAL story:
Jennifer Freaking Grey is in the cast. Baby herself is in the house. The intrepid amateur dancer determined to measure up to the demands of a hunky dancing instructor. It’s life imitating art. How is no one making hay out of this? She is quite literally the only reason to watch the show.
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