There’s quite a bit of positive buzz surrounding the British entry this year. Just the fact that it’s the first UK contestant in years the Beeb hasn’t dragged out of a retirement home might have something to do with it. People (read Eurovision fans) seem genuinely surprised by UK’s rather contemporary song and fresh performer. Knowing we’re talking about the same country that gave us The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, The Smiths, etc., etc., that’s just sad. But let’s not digress into the usual ramblings.
Our initial reaction back in March was somewhat approving too, like in a this isn’t half bad for the UK kind of way. Unfortunately it went downhill from there for jolly Molly. Every time we listen to it we like it a little less and we think of yet another reason for not liking it. There is something distinctly contrived about the whole package. To point a finger on exactly why is not the easiest task, though. British culture is so full of charades, understatements, snobbing upward and downward we’re not sure even the Brits themselves always pick up on it, let alone clueless foreigners like ourselves.
Like what happened to Molly’s last name that all of a sudden disappeared into thin air in the promotional material? Perhaps someone thought if she were to stand in front of some 100 million TV viewers across Europe demanding power to the people it might harm her credibility that someone might think she’s privileged. How clever. Better throw on some vintage hippie rags instead then and do the whole peace & love, down to earth theme. Congratulations on nailing the role as young Edina on Ab Fab. And forget the fact we’re laughing for all the wrong reasons.
In a country where private schools are being called public schools, with Molly herself having an educational background a far cry away from the common people, we suppose this number makes perfect sense. If unemployed young people in Southern Europe holding master degrees yet struggling to create a future for themselves, or Ukrainians fighting for their right to live in an independent country feel they are children of the same universe as a spoiled British brat remains to be seen.
The world wants to be deceived and no one gets the true meaning better than clever entertainers. After so many wrongs in ESC, the UK might finally get it right and bag a decent placing in the Grand Final. But it doesn’t make it less soulless, cynical and unappealing. And when there’s no heart in it, it’s pretty much worthless anyway.