All sympathy turns to ecstasy when Kyoko Ina and John Zimmerman take the ice. She is a gorgeous Japanese sylph in shimmering aqua, he movie-star handsome with flowing Byronic locks; they are elegant, strong and fearless, performing moves none of the other couples have. Their routine, skated to Paganini’s “Variations on a Theme,” is ballet, music, theater and sports rolled into one, and they nail it — nothing below a 5.7. For the first time, the crowd is on its feet.
It doesn’t last long. At the end of the night, a dolly is rolled onto the ice, some crummy green mats offloaded, a platform set up for the awards ceremony. But by the time Ina and Zimmerman take a celebratory lap, the crowd is mostly gone. We’ve tasted blood. Glory is not what we’ve come for.
—Nancy Rommelmann