Miracles of all sorts have happened in the last couple of weeks.King’s College went a whole week without a major system crash, Liberal Democrats are sitting in the cabinet and I find myself strangely un-averse to the Greek entry. That’s something that hasn’t happened in over a decade.
I’m not quite sure why I don’t mind Giorgios but last year wanted to force feed Sakis kebab down his smug face. But the truth is I like this and think it’s going to do very well. There’s an awful lot of drab, uninspiring stuff entered this year so to have one with this much energy comes as some relief.
Giorgios and his boys perform a very similar routine to their national final appearance complete with large drums and mobile phone ringtone. They’re all dressed in white like the cast of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest went on an outing.
It doesn’t have too many gimmicks which is something that has plagued many recent Greek entries. And it’s also one of the few songs this year that you can actually sing along to even if you don’t understand Greek as mere mortals like myself don’t.
I don’t think it’s a winner to be honest but the fact that I like it probably condemns it in most of Europe’s eyes.
Our second certain qualifier of the day.
Nick: I’m underwhelmed again. There’s nothing obviously wrong here at all, performance looks right, camerawork looks right, Giorgos sounds right, it’s a song I rated highly before I got here… and it’s doing absolutely nothing at all for me here in the press centre. All the impact of a ton of feathers. I’m sitting here with Phil and Franko, we’ve been through three run-throughs with long breaks, and as far as I can tell all three of us are just getting… nothing whatsoever. Something’s wrong with this performance, and I’m DAMNED if I can work out what it is.
Phil: It seems to be a theme that is developing today that I am underwhelmed and again the “meh” ness takes over. I have seen this song, or another song of it’s type, enter for Greece so many times in the past that I am clearly ambivalent to it’s so-called charms.
It’s the bastard Child of “My Number One” and “Wild Dances” – “Wild Number One” if you will – but the worst bit for me in this song is the fact that it is so typically cliched that I half expect Sakis to wheel on last years giant stapler and sing the song himself.
There is no doubt that Giorgos can sing, and dance, and use his phone to make calls and play the opening tune, and there is no doubt that the stage show with the drums and the Greek violin-type-thing works well to camera, my only fear for it is that it will get a Sakis result.. It is qualifying, but I feel in my heart it’d be better if it didn’t for the sake of the contest.