So You Think You Can Dance Quick Kicks: Is Our Alex Going Home?

Clasp your hands over your mouth and mutter something incoherent about Jesus, because tragedy hit So You Think You Can Dance this week. Alex Wong, the heavily favored contestant and candidate for Dance Emperor, busted his Achilles tendon while rehearsing a high-flying Bollywood routine. It gets worse: Because he couldn't perform last night, he's relegated to tonight's bottom three dancers. If he's not well enough to dance this evening, the judges have no choice but to throw his injured body into the street. You heard it right, Alex Wong stands a very good chance of elimination tonight, and he didn't even drop his dance partner like Robert did. We're in hell! Before our emotions get the best of us, let's analyze the remaining dancers' work from last night and trade secrets about who has the nicest bone structure.

· Poor Alex! He was certainly the favorite to take it all, but a busted Achilles tendon means there's a .74% chance he'll be good enough to jive for his life tomorrow. Hold out hope, but I expect tomorrow's elimination to be littered with the tears of Wong, Adam Shankman, Cat Deeley, Nigel Lythgoe, and a crestfallen Whoville native named Kent Boyd.

· Lauren wore a thimble of fringe and white Lycra during her cha-cha-cha with Pasha (a.k.a. SEX MAN), but that's what she needed. Now that she's hot, bothered, and gyrating like Ace Ventura, she should survive another week. It helped that her "Collide" contemporary routine with Kent was almost eerily sexual, as Adam Shankman noted. Too bad Howie Day songs are eerily lame.

· The judges served José another round of "You can't dance, but THAT SPARKLE! You have a SPARKLE!" He gave us a limp contemporary routine in the first half of the show and an utterly nondescript African performance with Billy Bell later. When Nigel acknowledges that he's "not the best dancer" on the show, he needs to realize that he means José is the worst dancer, plain and simple. I love the guy, but he has to leave.

· Kent's smolder with Lauren was admirable -- even touching -- but his hip-hop routine was a serviceable retread of all Justin Timberlake music videos from 2003 (which the stolen Justified wardrobe only reinforced). Kent still has trouble adapting to characters that don't require a Toys 'R Us kid grin, but because he's a neon-eyed Billy Elliott, he'll move forward.

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