I shouldn’t comment on “Mitt the Nit”, what with his recent bull in an English tea room approach to diplomacy, even though I really want to. Although, conversations with my brother Chris, have him egging me on to be more politically edgy. Instead, I’ll try to askew further politics and concentrate on the Olympics themselves.
I watched the opening ceremonies, well mostly. At four and a half hours, they were a bit too long for my meager attention span. What I did see of Oscar-winning Slumdog Millionaire director Danny Boyle’s show was boisterous, very British and at times a wee bit odd.
Let’s start with the good parts. Many of these occurred outside the stadium and were broadcasted into the stadium and then around the world. The Queen’s entrance was fabulous, simply fabulous. I loved the corgis. I was glad to see that she eventually dumped that Bond guy and rejoined Prince Philip for the opening ceremonies. People were starting to call her the new Bond girl. I was a little worried though, what with Philip being missing in action during her jubilee. Maybe he was just under the weather.
Mister Bean (Rowen Atkinson) killed in the Chariots of Fire sequence. I was on YouTube immediately afterwards, marveling on how they could have made that sequence. Finally to complete this trifecta, there were the shots of David Beckham motoring up the Thames, bringing the Olympic flame to the stadium. He looked very dashing.
I promised not to get political here, but Danny Boyle didn’t. His salute to the National Health Service, complete with dancing sick-kids probably fell flat in the American living rooms of ObamaCare’s foes. The giant Franken-baby that NBC’s Matt Lauer questioned, “I don’t know if that’s cute or creepy”, probably didn’t help anyone’s political agenda.
Also squarely under the odd moniker, were the flying bicycle doves that look more like flying monkeys, the Mary Poppins air raid and of course, Voldemort. The house-afire digital-age tour of British popular music was too long, but the music was nice. I lost interest in the show somewhere around China’s entrance, although I did leave it on.
Now it is time to switch from spectacle to sport. Let the Games begin! There will be agony and ecstasy, winners and losers. Will these games be a success or not, I don’t know, but I could ask an ‘expert’:
You know, it’s hard to know just how well it will turn out; there are a few things that were disconcerting, the stories about the private security firm not having enough people, the supposed strike of the immigration and customs officials that obviously is not something which is encouraging.
So I lied, sue me. 😆
I was up till midnight ET, so I watched the USA entrance… and then Paul McCartney’s somewhat elderly warbling, albeit very emotionally telling of how touched he was by the congregation of all the athletes!
However, I was disappointed that the NBC camera crew were so ADD in their focus (that is, LACK OF FOCUS) on the various USA athletes, that I didn’t have a chance to see Grand Blanc’s own Geena Gall!!! (and I have no clue how the USA costumes for the Opening Ceremonies could possibly have been that highly valued such that each set was to be in excess of the cost of my entire wardrobe…. even if they did look like a hybrid of Special Forces and the Yachting Set)
Karen, I’m shocked, shocked by your attitude. Haven’t you realized by now that the Notre-dame Broadcasting Company’s (NBC) sole purpose in life is to deny you TV access to family, friends and acquaintances?
Sigh… the TV is mostly “OFF” in this house, and if it’s on, it’s rarely on NBC, ABC, or CBS… so… I forgot about NBC’s failure mode…
who the heck watches TV any more?
It’s a nostalgia thing Anne. You know, like the sixties.
ah yes – loved Mr. Bean!