Did anyone else feel that the Ice Dancing competition last night was a little dull? Of course, Bravo to the Russians for taking home another skating gold and all, but where was the passion? Where was the Torvill and Dean crowd roaring, floor thumping emotion? The routine that would cause a stampede if it was it´s football equivalent? In the first round we had that wonderful moment of falling Italians, complete with THE LOOK.
Man was he just SO GOING TO GET IT. Trust the Italians to bring in the emotional moment which brings tears to the eyes, if only in wincing sympathy.
So last night, by the time the French came out with their Venice Carnival theme, complete with quilted jackets and ruffles, not even the gloves painted as masks could revive the lifeless competition. I found myself praying they´d fall, slip or lose their underwear. Unfortunately it wasn´t to be and instead I yawned my way to bed.
Which is why, lying there at 1.30am, knowing full well I had to be up in five hours my overactive imagination and overinflated ego was planning my Olympic Ice Dancing debut. One to startle the judges and dazzle the audience. One to break the norms of Ice Dancing. One that wouldn´t include ruffles.
My partner and I would enter the ice, calf length black leather cloaks and sunglasses on. Clubbed to Death – the kuriyama mix would start and we´d begin a slow routine dancing around and with each other, incorporating the occasional martial arts move. As the music steps up in pace and the heavy bass takes over we glide into Caipoiera moves. We begin spinning, his blades flicking over my head as I swing my own under his feet. In our Ice Dance of Death our feet are weapons, the speed increasing until we are a blur of flying leather and singing steel.
As the music builds up to it´s peak we´ve seperated, staring across the distance of the ice rink at each other. A few low, preparative Caipoiera ground steps set the scene and we start towards each other, speed increasing, expression serious. At full speed near the center of the rink we launch, flying through the air to grab each other around the shoulders. Our momentum causes us to spin, legs flying out behind us. As gravity takes hold we crash to the ground, equally defeated. The fight is over.
Now THAT is what Ice Dancing needs.