Eurovision has been worth sweet FA (not that it was *all that* before then) since it came to the attention of the post-modernists.
On a similar note, suspending disbelief about Peter Kay’s Car Share also difficult, e.g.:
The Japanese-fluent fish-filleter. Who works in Urmston Asda.
Wearing an I Ran The World vest 20 years after the event.
etc
etc
Seems mean-spirited, but as the ever-reliable Noel Gallagher said recently, “I don’t read novels as at some point I just think – ‘you’ve just made this up mate’.”
You could always get your fun by ticking off the cliches as you spot them (which is I how I made it through the whole of Taken earlier this week) though admittedly with Eurovision that would get tiresome fairly quickly.
There was something in the Daily Mash earlier this week along the lines of ‘Watching Eurovision Ironically is Still Watching Eurovision, Scientists Claim’, but I can’t help thinking something has been lost since heavy rockers dressed as dinosaurs and bearded transvestites started wining. I’d quite like some of my irony back, please.
I got invited to a Eurovision party once. Turned up expecting a party with Eurovision very incidentally on in the background. But no: booze was not in lavish supply (thank god I brought some) and – worse – people were actually WATCHING EUROVISION.
I can’t really be doing with arch kitsch, and as far as I can tell, unless you like arch kitsch, Eurovision has nothing at all to recommend it.
I have several friends who come out with the “I don’t read fiction cos it’s just made up” line. I’ve never understood it. Why are they ok with films? I agree with that Camus fella what said summat like “Fiction is the lie through which we explore the truth”.
And I don’t mind the Eurovision. I might watch it, I might not. But if I do it won’t be with any post-modern irony cos I’m not clever enough for that.
According to Hepworth, Danny Baker is one of those people. Quite how he squares this approach with his love of Wodehouse is not made clear, however…
Danny Baker will say anything to make people look at him. Gobshite.
I was going to say ‘bell-end’, but either works for me…
Well, there’s le Carré fiction and there’s the diet* version The Game.
The former is masterful while the latter allows one of its main characters (early 1970s ) to pronounce the word nuclear as (GW Bush style?) ‘nuculear’ repeatedly. Also the use of the abbreviation ‘Intel’ seems remarkably out of place.
Fill yer boots tonight Gatz! My point was really that once something becomes *knowingly* arch/kitsch/naff it’s not interesting anymore.
OOAA as always…
*was going to say that Diet is fine when it comes to Spooks et al. Aspiring to high art – less so.
For Gatz read Gary…
Ah, if only i were as seductively attractive.
All of Europe knows that the British are the best at pop music. They know that and we know that. If we actually made an effort with our best pop music, we’d win every year.