Clearly, it is time to officially induct Mr. Amodio's long program from the first half of last season to the Morozombie Hall of Infamy.
I've ranted about this program already, so I'll just let...it...speak for itself. Here it is at the 2011 Japan Open:
And then came the lime green accoutrements and tiger print ass patch during the Grand Prix, so tasteful:
But frankly, what makes this...program...(to put it loosely!) such loathsome rubbish is not just the costume, but there's also the luridly disjointed music cuts, as well as the fact that the program is basically devoid of any choreography or engagement with the music outside of the smarmy step sequences and the asshat posing. What the fuck was Nikolai Morozov thinking when he "choreographed" this piece of crap? Oh right, he probably wasn't thinking. TYPICAL.
Anyway, watching this program, my emotions consistently fluctuate between withering scorn and second-hand embarrassment. In other words, it's A+ Morozombie Hall of Infamy material.
*sorry readers, I'm on a huge BLAME MOROZOV warpath right now and am barely restraining myself from publishing all the angry anti-Morozov