Rock concert DVDs are good but idol DVDs are the best because of the dancing and stagecraft on display. ESPECIALLY if they care enough to hire a killer backing band.
Justin Timberlake "Live from London" (2003) is an old favorite of mine for those reasons. He still had a taste for that *NSYNC razzle-dazzle back in 2003. (The *NSYNC concert DVDs are also excellent.)
What I think people who look down on idol music and "dancing" in general refuse to acknowledge is that dancing can be really pleasurable to watch and good choreography can ping on just as deep a level as a good melody but the two combined are magic. It's all about kinesthetic empathy, your body feels as if it's also participating, feeling the emotions of the dancer.
Which is why those jump up-and-down club picturizations and/or those montage picturizations and/or "items" with stiff, unmoving "item girls" are so unsatisfying. What's being conveyed there? What exactly am I supposed to be feeling kinesthetic empathy with?
Which is also why most of my favorite actors are also dancers (Shahid! Arshad!) or (AKSHAY! VIDYUT!) martial artists. They use their whole bodies to act, kinesthetic empathy even when not in motion. One of my favorite film scenes of all time is Shahid Kapoor grooming himself in Chance Pe Dance just because every movement was beautiful.
Which is also why I find the idea of casting five bad dancers as five bad dancers in Happy New Year just really uninteresting. Now if it was five "bad" dancers that were actually good dancers who were comedians, that's different. Javed Jaffrey is phenomenal and could have easily done something delightful and "bad" as he did in Singh is Kinng:
But if genuinely bad is the direction, I'm glad Vidyut turned the film down. His skill set would have been utterly wasted.
AND can I just take one more second to say that Shake Your Bootiya is also misguided for all the reasons above? Those fake heads on the dancers bodies really negate any pleasure in watching the dance and just make everything really creepy and kind of gross. Like everything else about this film: it's not funny and feels vaguely insulting for some reason.
ANYWAYS! HRITHIK! SHAHID! COME SAVE US! There hasn't been much for dance this year in B-town, unless I'm not remembering right…
Jackie's version of "Yaar Na Miley" made a big impression on me, though. I love Jackie!