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How the lady in red can maintain her composure as chain-link coated warriors dance all around her is a mystery to me, but maintain it she does.
The song gets funkier and funkier as we begin to worry about the body temperature of the Olde Worlde warriors dancing like crazy in their chain jackets and swords.
A sword battle ensues, yet the singer doesn’t care. She is far too involved in singing her message to the packed stadium. Now that is professionalism personified.
Next up – Sweden.
omfg lol. go sweden!!!!!!!!pretty boyyyyyyyyy. :lol:
Fire, energy, bass and enthusiasm greet us as Sweden’s entry gets going. Fortunately the lead signer displays his chest, presumably to prove he is actually a man, although the hair and make up would suggest otherwise.
The spinning spirals surrounding the act seem to mesmerise and hypnotise – is this a sneaky attempt by the Swedes to win by subliminal messaging?
The passion of the words forces the singer to rip off his shirt as we come to the climax of this entry.
This one must surely do well….
Next up, France!
But not before we get to ‘enjoy’ the stage managed dream of one Eurovision ‘fan’ who gets to present the show whilst most of Europe is fortunate to get to watch commercials instead.
latter day right said fred sporting a dead cat. this is too funny!
Well even the French decide to sing in English which surely must turn away the home fans and expats. Oh no hang on, they seem to be singing in Franglais which will be sure to please everyone.
Very clever by the French. Very clever indeed.
Richard O’ Brien seems to have been brought on board for the French entry and dressed all in pink. Is that a dead cat on his shoulder? That will not win the votes of the animal lovers.
The guitarist seems to be running on an imaginary treadmill. Impressive, but for some reason it doesn’t seem to add too much to the performance.
Unfortunately I think the French have had a real stinker this year. Apart from the clever use of Franglais, I think they have fallen flat on their faces. Nil points?
Next up – Latvia
Ah, at last a real gentleman enters Eurovision. Dressed in a suit with bow tie and carrying a rose, we can only suppose he is trying to win over the woman of his dreams.
Unfortunately the only person to appear is yet another two men in bowler hats with flowers. What are they after? It’s impossible to say but whatever it is, it’s in high demand as even more hatted men enter the stage and join in on the proceedings.
The audience doesn’t care one bit though, they are caught up in the moment and are happy to sway along and enjoy the sight of a large group of gentlemen doing their thing on the Helsinki stage.
Next up – Russia!
Confusingly called song number one, but in fact it is song number 15. But who cares? The set bursts into life with a monologue that sounds decidedly American.
They are promising to flash skin, and say they won’t let us down. Well currently they are very conservatively dressed – will the Russians rip off their costumes as a climax to the song?
You can tell the audience are thinking the same, unfortunately it seems like we will just have to settle with dealing with the singers’ requests to ‘put a cherry on my cake and taste my cherry pie’.
Oh-er indeed.
Russia are bound to do well this year with this entry – mark my words ;)
Next up – Germany!
Germany give us their version of Frank Sinatra in German. Perhaps a little arrogant when you consider even the French gave up their language for the good of the competition.
EDIT – Hang on, he seems to have ended in English. Or was he singing in English all along? It was rather hard to tell!
Is Europe happy to be taken back to the 1950s? If so this song will do exceedingly well. Unfortunately I don’t think most of Europe will remember the 50s too fondly, which will be Germany’s downfall with this entry.
They will come middle of the final standings.
Next up – Serbia.
In front of a waterfall of what appears to be blood, we see the beginning of Serbia’s entry.
The singer, who I think is female, moves to the pool of blood at the foot of the waterfall and gives us her solo interpretation of whatever she is singing about.
A large group of women move around her, as they each massage each other and break into song at random intervals. If this is what Serbia’s people are like it is no wonder Yugoslavia ended in disaster.
The crowd cheers as the song ends, only for it to continue for a few more seconds.
Next up – Ukraine.
Robots dressed in foil signal the beginning of Ukraine’s entry.
The ‘leader’ is distinguishable from the rest of the space age teletubbies by a big star on his head.
The remaining band members have decided on gold foil to beautifully contrast with the singers.
Nobody has a clue what is going on, but the crazy dancing and jumping around continues unabated.
This is meant to be the favourite? If it wins I will eat my own fist.
Next up – UK
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