Even in worrying times of financial austerity, Greece know how to bring it to Eurovision (OPA!), but thankfully they snuck in a win before everyone began worrying about the morality/necessity of paying tax and the affordability of hosting a high-profile international musical extravaganza.
"You’re Delicious. So Capricious. If I find out you don’t want me, I’ll be vicious." |
Sure, My Number 1 is Greek Eurovision by numbers - like, that’s a bad thing! – but when the hallmarks are tired and tested, long may they reign.
- Sexy Greek lady with big voice & figure-skating outfit: check.
- Dancing Adonii with open shirts & freshly waxed torsos: check.
- Ethno-pop instrumental break encompassing:
(a) Big Fat Greek Wedding line dancing: check.
(b) a giant lute made of naked man and some ribbons: check.
And of course, the ultimate high point - cue photo - recreating the song title through the power of floor mime!
And of course, the ultimate high point - cue photo - recreating the song title through the power of floor mime!
(Frankly, every performance should involve four men forced to lie down in the shape of a 1 by a scary diva with a silver cane.)
Greece mustn’t win for a while, obviously, but if they lose their rightful place in the final, receiving 12 points from Cyprus, all hell will break loose, led by Helena Paparizou herself. And I, people, will join that charge.
Greece mustn’t win for a while, obviously, but if they lose their rightful place in the final, receiving 12 points from Cyprus, all hell will break loose, led by Helena Paparizou herself. And I, people, will join that charge.
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