So You Think You Can Dance Quick Kicks: Which Two Must Go?

Now boasting an injury-free cast, So You Think You Can Dance tackled Broadway, Bollywood, contemporary, and an accidental new genre I call "pseudo-jazz" last night. Two dancers have to go home tomorrow. So who blew it?

Kent -- Kent's first dance with Anya (Let's call them Kenya) was a near-miss to the judging panel, who individually criticized Kent's arms, shoulders, "crunchiness," and posture. And then snippy guest judge Toni Redpath snickered that "a man should amplify the bass action," and it sounded like code for, "You like to wear sundresses sometimes, Mrs. Kent, don't you?" Kenya got sad. But Redpath shouldn't expect a brute display of elegance from Kent when the accompanying music is 3OH!3 and Ke$ha's abysmal single "My First Kiss." Hell no. And no fair dogging Kent with an Elliott Yamin cover of "A Song for You" during his solo either. If the judges didn't tout Kent's 24-karat face so much, I'd suspect he was set up for sabotage.

Robert -- Though Kent has trouble breaking out of his "hungry jazz face," Robert has plenty of his own issues with the sillies. I didn't buy the wartime seriousness in his first solo, though I adored his Bollywood rambunctiousness in his second with Billy Bell. The worst crime, again, is the music -- he was stuck with a Jason Mraz number for his solo, and if you remember 11th place finisher Alexie, the faux-reggae balladeer led to her demise too. In the overall rankings, Robert is probably fourth, so I expect him to survive.

Jose: After an unexciting solo, Jose paired with Comfort for a fancy-free hip-hop routine. Luckily Nigel Lythgoe kicked off the critiques by saying, "I thought it was going to be The Color Purple when it started." Because that was sensible. The Color Purple is beat-crazy street jam, by the way. The other judges disagreed about his commitment and "swag," and Adam Shankman helped us out at the end by telling Jose to "dance the intention," like he was an overeager freshman in an Acting I class.

His partner act with Kent was a hammy old Broadway routine full of catcalls and whistles, and it felt a little more "Merrie Melodies" than "Great White Way" to me. There's a place for that kind of vaudevillian broadness, but Jose will never out-silly Kent, whose baby-cartoon-elephant ebullience is almost diagnosably chipper.

Adechike: As far as I'm concerned, Adechike gave his best performance with his jazz routine. Much more theatrical and expressive than what we're used to from him, and with a carnivalesque bravado that showed off his athleticism and Alvin Ailee-style poignancy. Nigel claimed he didn't dance with enough abandon, but I want Nigel to abandon the crack pipe. Unfortunately, I fully expect him to land in the bottom three alongside my favorite boyfriend Billy, who will survive, and Jose, who will also be eliminated.

Billy: Billy is the most convincing actor in the cast, and I think the judges should pay more attention to his believable style shifts instead of his issues "connecting" with voters. And even though he was forced to dance to that cloying, awful Gary Jules cover of "Mad World," the judges agreed that he was perfect. Agreed with me, that is. Because I've been saying it all along. Loved his crunchy, robotic solo with fluttery flourishes too.

Lauren: Just when we thought we'd watched an entire show of unscathed dancers enjoying themselves, Nurse Deeley announced that Lauren was meeting with medics to deal with an injury she'd just suffered. Golf claps for everyone's terrible life. Before that, however, we watched Lauren's incredible solo and her disappointing Broadway piece that featured staid synchronicity and flaccid gymnastics. And we were treated to Nigel Lythgoe's best slip-up ever when he accidentally said "American Idol" instead of "So You Think You Can Dance" when applauding her. Oh, executive producer of both! You slay us! And if you hire Jessica Simpson, I'll slay you.