What a night!
I have walked back to the Imperial now, had a shower to cool down then a snack to revive myself, now settling down to file a report from the front line, blow-by-blow with no punches pulled, but quite a few subjective observations. Well, you know my biases and blindspots.
The night started promisingly enough for me at 6:30pm for Latin Championship Round 2 -- I managed to get a frontrow seat, yippee.
Round 2 still had over 200 candidates most of them makeweights at world championship level, hopeful and hopeless. Former world champion Michael Stylianos then walked towards my chair. Mine was his seat so I made a tactical withdrawal to row 2, then to row 5, then to no seat and no view. By this time Round 3 had started. Joanna Leunis and all other superstars were making seriously interesting moves. Those who had genuine seat bookings were arriving in droves and there seemed no chance for interlopers.
I tried upstairs, but there all boxes were prebooked too. In between boxes there was standing room only for peeking through whatever gap there was between the backs of heads. If I was 2 inches taller like Matthew, then I could have seen more, but even then it was a limited view from an awkward angle, mostly looking down the heads of dancers.
(Matthew being off duty as judge arrived with a lady escort and sat in the frontrow, a little left of centre. Later in the evening he passed me, his perfect figure for dancing wearing a Savile Row dark blue suit. Yes he is handsome, seeming to wear his success lightly.)
In my desperate reporter's predicament the dances were coming thick and fast. I was
missing some of the action, one dance missed every 100 seconds. God help me. And help me he did. I went downstairs again and somehow found a gap near one of the isles where by standing up I could see the entire floor, albeit from "behind the goalmouth". From then on I had no more visual problems. During many subsequent intervals I held onto this perch for dear life.
Music blared and tension rose higher and higher. Now there were 5,000+ people in the ballroom. Temperature rose above 80 degrees and bigshots wearing DJ and black tie in the front row baked. I the hoi polli took off my jacket and tie and kept cool even as excitement boiled.
Back to dancing. Joanna and Melia did something I never saw before. All dancers try to dance where judges are, to earn marks. But Joanna and Melia headed straight for the cheap seats "behind the goalmouth" devoid of judges. The following dance would see Joanna and Melia switching to the wilderness area at the other end. They were of course completely confident of qualifying for the next round. Any judge eliminating them would have been torn limb from limb.
Fast forward to the Semi-final at 11:45pm. For each of 5 dances (cha cha, samba, rumba, paso, jive), the top ranking 9 to 13 couples were called back to dance again. My 3 against the field (Joanna, Melia, Yulia) were called back for each and every one of the 5 dances. All scores earned were then added up to find the highest-placed six, namely:
#82 Joanna and Michael Malitowski (Poland)
#202 Melia and Sergey Surkov (Russia)
#226 Yulia and Ricardo Cocchi (USA)
#73 Markus Homm and Ksenia Kasper (Germany)
#152 Franco Formica and Oxana Lebedew (Germany)
#156 Ivailo Tonchev and Alyona Zarnttsyna (Bulgaria)
Joanna had been wearing a black dress, cut like something you might see on ancient Greek pottery.
Melia had been wearing a black dress with chiffon top, plus a silver band round the waist, plus a vertical silver stripe along her back. There was no semblance of flesh appeal, but strangely plenty of sex appeal. Her partner Sergey wore the most beautiful man's shirt I ever saw in Blackpool, with very wide and long lapels. This plus Melia's vertical stripe gave me the impression of something at a military ball.
Yulia wore gold, but most of the time she was too far away from my end of the sticks to see without binoculars.
Come the climactic Final, Joanna switched to a gold dress with white trimmings. Melia switched to a "negative" of her dress earlier, i.e. same cut but white instead of black, possibly a little softer now. Blonde Yulia switched from gold to pink.
At 00:25am came the Final 5 dances. The fiercely partisan audience went wild with excitement and fear. Wherever Joanna and Melia danced, there the loudest cheers and applause followed. You could tell where the girl was from where the noise was. I shall try to convey the colours and sounds and patterns which bare results will not show.
Joanna has the biggest head of all Blackpool women, and not only because of her androgyne hairdo -- this I know from when she walked past me after last Sunday's lecture, not 6 inches away from me. She has a lower centre of gravity and obviously the perfect torso for dancing. Tonight she showed centimeter-perfect control. She can stop effortlessly on a halfpenny. Her moves always have complete conviction and unquestioned commitment. Somehow she never seems to suffer from traffic congestion. Never ever hesitation or uncertainty. The classiest cleanest movement. For me Joanna would be completely credible as commander of an army. Tonight Joanna did not bow or curtsey to any audience anywhere. she inclined her head, as one sovereigh customarily does towards another. Only once, after the exhilarating paso doble did she bow.
Melia is the enigma for me. She chose her own time, made her own moves, almost defying the music, seemingly leading the partnership at least mentally. She made the most charismatic hand movements, with five fingers shot into the sky wide apart. Last Saturday Sergey had described Melia his wife as the most dramatic person he has ever met. After that lecture and Melia's own explanation I gained a slight insight into her dancing. I shall never get to the bottom of Melia, not sure if Melia herself will. While the public did not understand Melia's message they instinctively felt there was something very important and real going on? Baring not an inch of flesh Melia is perceived very very much as a woman.
Whereas Joanna executed the "king's bow", Melia never bowed or curtseyed to the audience at all. At the conclusion of each dance she made a flourish of mysterious hand and finger gestures in the air. Melia does not bow, period.
Yulia's dancing was the most classical of the 6 finalists, and the most faithful interpreter of the music being played. From her lecture last Sunday with Riccardo I had recognised her sheer class and stirring intensity (she was demonstrating paso wearing a skirt black on the outside and red on the inside. She was more charismatic than any flamenco dancer.
Apologies if this account reads like 3 women danced tonight without male partners. That is my known bias, I only have eyes for women. Unquestionably the 3 men were outstanding or they would not have kept their current jobs. There simply wasn't time to look at men as well. I was following 3 superstar women going 3 separate ways making stunning moves and generally running amok in all directions. Below are the judges' placings in descending order for each of 5 dances
in the Final:
Cha Cha -- Joanna, Yulia, Oxana, Melia, Ksenia, Alyona
Samba --- Joanna, Yulia, Melia, Oxana, Ksenia, Alyona
Rumba --- Joanna, Yulia, Oxana, Melia, Ksenia, Alyona
Paso ----- Joanna, Yulia, Oxana, Melia, Alyona, Ksenia
Jive ------ Yulia, Joanna, Oxana, Melia, Alyona, Ksenia
CHAMPION by a mile: #82 Michael Malitowski and Joanna Leunis (Poland)
SECOND: #226 Riccardo Cocchi and Yulia Zagoruychenko (USA)
No-one should be deterred from attending Blackpool because o/h is not into dancing. He is not into dancing because he has only seen weak and poor dancing. Nobody, musical or not, can miss the transcendent excellence and unmistakeable big big personalities on display tonight. Just one visit, one stay overnight, will convert the unconverted. This is a dimension new to me too, and I have been poorer for having missed it for too many years.
Roll on Friday -- Ballroom Championship of the solar system.