As Wogan would say, the set is looking lovely this year.
I can’t in all honesty say that this song does anything for me – and it really should. I just find the whole things so competely half arsed that I don’t get the full on schlager-tasic experience that I should get from it.
Rafel has the stage presence of a cold rice pudding – He doesn’t ooze charisma like Vincent or Destiny but he reeks of insincerity from the moment he starts through to the very choreographed taking of his glasses off ( please don’t do that, Europe will have just eaten) throughout the wooden and jerky choreography which makes him look even more at ease, if that’s humanly possible.
He’s a presenter, and he’s probably very good at that but, and this is the key, he’s not a natural performer *or* the moves that TVP have conjured up for him are not natural. It looks like he’s having forced fun and we, the viewing masses, are going to see him cringe his way through this. Be in no doubt though, this song even with all of its faults has one thing going for it. Diaspora. Never count this out.
Qualifying? : On Merit – HELL NO. On Voter history – Maybe
Image Credits: EBU / Andres Putting .