Can I really be the only person who watches this programme and thinks it's ok for the person who coreographs people prancing around with twigs on their heads and thinks that in 2009 it's still great to get a female singer to strip off for silly soft porn photos to tell another singer what he must and must not do on stage? The crime of the century involved an amazing singer called Enrico who, last week, in the moment, sang his bit entirely into the eyes of his girlfriend. Given that he has a beautiful voice and is a gentle, quiet person who lacks any sign of your huge showbiz ego, I found this yes moving and rather wonderful. But oh my god. So many egos and so little time. Because apparently this heinous crime has never been committed on any stage anywhere in the world by any singer ever. Because this hanging offence 'exludes the audience' who are apparently incapable of being communicated to unless a singer is looking at 'me me me'. Because the artistic director wasn't consulted! He didn't know! He didn't get the respect he deserves as the man who once worked with Madonna! He actually had to tell Enrico never to do that again! And here is the measure of Enrico's personality--he didn't actually descend from the stage and punch this tapeworms's lights out. Instead he allowed Mr Hissy Fit to have his revenge because yes, believe it or not and I promise I am not making this stuff up, Mr HF contrived a punishment that fit the crime - Enrico had to sing the first part of his song behind a flaming bedsheet ensuring he could look at no-one, so there, ner. Given my house manager past I was so preoccupied with worse case scenarios that the song ( which wasn't all that anyway,seeing as it was some boring banal thing written by Paul McCartney in the 80's) went over my head.
But the Black Hand of Artistic Direction didn't cease there. There is a young guy in the show called Jury ( said Yuri) who is a kind of embryonic Rod Stewart for the new millenium ( for those of us who can remember Rod when he was a fabulous gutsy singer). But oh my god part 2. Bring out the firing squad because last week he moved around too much! and didn't look enough into the cameras! This week the Black Hand clamped him so firmly in place that when this lovely lad finally took the mic in his hand and executed a small jump I leapt from my nest on the sofa yelling ' go for it Jury'. Please.Just leave the kids alone, ok?
With all this and having to throw the thow over my head to hide my guilty ( and spiteful) joy when Farias passed to the next stage( no-one likes them and they are shock horror not even italian) and Chiarastella ( think Minnie Mouse wanting to be Bjork) was eliminated and not Daniele ( no-one likes him because he is cuddly, so perfect it's tired already and too er american?) I'm getting to think death by stress will eliminate me before the finals. Simon Cowell eh, he has a lot to answer for.
Bizarre Moment of the night was a duet between Morgan and Patty Pravo. Pravo's wierded up face sent me rushing to wiki to find out that she is allegedly 61 - isn't it strange how cosmetic enhancement can make people eventually look years older than they really are - she is nonetheless a very fascinating woman who has led a colourful and interesting life and made some great music. The duet? Let's just pretend we were all having an off night.
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