If you think back to last year’s (or, I guess technically they’re still this year’s) Golden Globes, one event stands out in your memory, doesn’t it? I’m speaking, of course about this moment:
Benedict Cumberbatch and Michael Fassbender danced together and touched arms and the world’s collective pants melted. The internet immediately took to calling this a “dance-off,” and now, nearly a year later, Sherlock is speaking out. He says we’ve completely missed the point.
Everyone’s called that a dance-off. We were dancing together, as grown men should. There’s no ‘off’ about it. We were dancing ‘on.’ We were together, in perfect male harmony. We were grooving around and dancing back-to-back. It wasn’t like, ‘You go,’ ‘No, you go,’ ‘You throw your shit down, I throw my shit down’ — there was no competitive streak to it at all.
JUST TWO MEN DANCING IN PERFECT MALE HARMONY. It’s just a beautiful shared perfect moment of simultaneous grooving. Competition be damned! Which is really for the best because my god, if they WERE competing, how could we ever choose a winner?