Well. The stage looks nice. There’s a theme of playing cards, with the emblems of the suits picked out as Juri, himself bespectacled and smartly besuited in a double-breasted blazer, cuts a fine figure shot initially from the rear of the stage looking into the crowd. He plays well with the camera and oozes confidence. I don’t know if you know him but if anyone remembers the former Eurovision Communications Coordinator Jarmo Siim who found himself in the middle of a scandal last year, Juri in his specs is a dead ringer for him.
At one point Juri reaches into his pocket and fishes out the ace of hearts. Is he going to do a magic trick? Does the late Paul Daniels live on? A quick flick of his wrist and the card disappears, though a later camera angle catches him dropping it on the floor which loses the illusion somewhat. Such sleight of hand cannot misdirect from the fact that the song’s a bit rubbish. I can’t take Juri seriously either. I don’t see this as a qualifier, though it’s not without a chance if you like this sort of thing. I don’t though, do you?
Monty x