Olympic openeing ceremony
I love watching the Olympic opening ceremonies. I loved the show Greece put on for the last summer olympics. I have never seen anything so beautiful and one display moved seamlessly into the other.
The guy, gotta blame the men, who planned last night's ceremony must have had a lobotomy or perhaps he needed one. This was the stupidest thing I have ever seen. Now I have a love of anything outrageous and tacky but this was just... good lord... I am at a loss.
For those in the world who missed it, they are the fortunate ones. It started with all this frentic movement that was supposed to be dance. These people were in reds and oranges and there was a lot of arm waving and foot stomping. It didn't look like dancing as much as it looked like people with a terminal itch trying desperately not to itch. Then there were legs sticking up through strips of something. These disembodied legs scissor kicked and Rockett kicked. An eerie sight without the person attached. But wait, it gets better. All those 'dancers' suddenly clustered into a lump that was supposedly a beating heart but looked more like a sea anemone dragged to the service and thrashing about in its death throes.
Now what goes best with a beating heart? Why helmeted skaters, all in red with helmets that looked like the head of an insect and a thing strapped to their back that shot fire. That was supposed to be passion. It was just stupid.
The night had many of those moments. There were skating people, pulling big fiberglass cows around the ice while people dressed in clothes that resembled the black and white hide of a cow did some kind of frozen waltz. Their smiles looked like grimaces, their backs ramrod straight. I guess if I was dressed in cow clothes I'd grimace, too. Ididn't get the whole idea of cows. Besides, aren't Brown Swiss the cow of that area, as if every area had local cows.
It got stranger. There were Ommpah Loompahs, except for the orange faces. These Ommpah Loompah's had miners' lights strapped to their heads but I never did figure out why. There were acrobats for who knows what reason and a desperately undredressed woman in a shell who was supposed to represent Botticelli's Venus. As she stood there trying not to freeze to death, two people on strings flew over and two huge ballons with immense faces floated around to represent the sun and the moon. I liked the balloons but can't figure out why we had balloons. While venus was freezing and the two gods or whatever were moving through the sky there were purple haired women in Marie Antoinette dresses that opened to reveal acrobats with candy cane legs swinging on trapeses INSIDE the dress' skirts.
There was the usual parade of nations. I always feel so badly for the one athelete from a country. I hope the other atheletes invite him to share their tables, or take them under their wing and 'keep him friend' (as the older son used to say when he was little) Canada had the ugliest clothes. Mongolia had the greatest hats even if they were fur. But that's the hats they wear in Mongolia and fitting. Not too thrilled with the Americans' hats but, at least, they weren't cowboy hats...shudder.
MY question is why, during the parade of atheletes, the cameras always closed in on someone using a camera phone or a digital camera or actually talking ON the phone.
My attention wandered after that and I only remember bits and pieces. Seven women came in carrying the Olympic flag. They took forever to carry it in and I'm wondering why Susan Sarandon was there. There was another acrobatic thing that was supposed to form a dove but mostly tyhey looked like white bugs scrambling up and down a screen door. They did eventually form a bird. It was supposed to be a dove, a sign of peace, but I thought it looked more like a hawk or an eagle.
YOKO ONO... what in god's name did Yoko Ono have to do with the Olympics? She read John Lennon's poem Imagine and then some guy with a raspy voice sang it. John Lennon? Look the majority of the atheletes weren't even a twinkle in their parent's eyes when Lennon was alive but it matches the musical taste of the whole thing. The parade of atheletes had old American disco music to walk them in including YMCA by the village people when the Rumanians filed in. Pavarati sung and he was actually frightening to look at. His fleshy face was too pale, his eye borws and hair too black and flat as if eyebrows and hair had been magic markered on.
Oh wait, I forgot the race car that spun out on the ice. The ugly dresses that the sign carrier wore. The skirt of those long dresses stuck out like a bell and was decorated with little trees and tranglular shaped, and stuffed fabric that was supposed to represent the alps.
Greece did it so much better. Last night will probably give me nightmares.
The guy, gotta blame the men, who planned last night's ceremony must have had a lobotomy or perhaps he needed one. This was the stupidest thing I have ever seen. Now I have a love of anything outrageous and tacky but this was just... good lord... I am at a loss.
For those in the world who missed it, they are the fortunate ones. It started with all this frentic movement that was supposed to be dance. These people were in reds and oranges and there was a lot of arm waving and foot stomping. It didn't look like dancing as much as it looked like people with a terminal itch trying desperately not to itch. Then there were legs sticking up through strips of something. These disembodied legs scissor kicked and Rockett kicked. An eerie sight without the person attached. But wait, it gets better. All those 'dancers' suddenly clustered into a lump that was supposedly a beating heart but looked more like a sea anemone dragged to the service and thrashing about in its death throes.
Now what goes best with a beating heart? Why helmeted skaters, all in red with helmets that looked like the head of an insect and a thing strapped to their back that shot fire. That was supposed to be passion. It was just stupid.
The night had many of those moments. There were skating people, pulling big fiberglass cows around the ice while people dressed in clothes that resembled the black and white hide of a cow did some kind of frozen waltz. Their smiles looked like grimaces, their backs ramrod straight. I guess if I was dressed in cow clothes I'd grimace, too. Ididn't get the whole idea of cows. Besides, aren't Brown Swiss the cow of that area, as if every area had local cows.
It got stranger. There were Ommpah Loompahs, except for the orange faces. These Ommpah Loompah's had miners' lights strapped to their heads but I never did figure out why. There were acrobats for who knows what reason and a desperately undredressed woman in a shell who was supposed to represent Botticelli's Venus. As she stood there trying not to freeze to death, two people on strings flew over and two huge ballons with immense faces floated around to represent the sun and the moon. I liked the balloons but can't figure out why we had balloons. While venus was freezing and the two gods or whatever were moving through the sky there were purple haired women in Marie Antoinette dresses that opened to reveal acrobats with candy cane legs swinging on trapeses INSIDE the dress' skirts.
There was the usual parade of nations. I always feel so badly for the one athelete from a country. I hope the other atheletes invite him to share their tables, or take them under their wing and 'keep him friend' (as the older son used to say when he was little) Canada had the ugliest clothes. Mongolia had the greatest hats even if they were fur. But that's the hats they wear in Mongolia and fitting. Not too thrilled with the Americans' hats but, at least, they weren't cowboy hats...shudder.
MY question is why, during the parade of atheletes, the cameras always closed in on someone using a camera phone or a digital camera or actually talking ON the phone.
My attention wandered after that and I only remember bits and pieces. Seven women came in carrying the Olympic flag. They took forever to carry it in and I'm wondering why Susan Sarandon was there. There was another acrobatic thing that was supposed to form a dove but mostly tyhey looked like white bugs scrambling up and down a screen door. They did eventually form a bird. It was supposed to be a dove, a sign of peace, but I thought it looked more like a hawk or an eagle.
YOKO ONO... what in god's name did Yoko Ono have to do with the Olympics? She read John Lennon's poem Imagine and then some guy with a raspy voice sang it. John Lennon? Look the majority of the atheletes weren't even a twinkle in their parent's eyes when Lennon was alive but it matches the musical taste of the whole thing. The parade of atheletes had old American disco music to walk them in including YMCA by the village people when the Rumanians filed in. Pavarati sung and he was actually frightening to look at. His fleshy face was too pale, his eye borws and hair too black and flat as if eyebrows and hair had been magic markered on.
Oh wait, I forgot the race car that spun out on the ice. The ugly dresses that the sign carrier wore. The skirt of those long dresses stuck out like a bell and was decorated with little trees and tranglular shaped, and stuffed fabric that was supposed to represent the alps.
Greece did it so much better. Last night will probably give me nightmares.
posted by ---me--- at Saturday, February 11, 2006
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