JAN MOIR: Nul points! Madonna puffed like a gran with a bad knee on Eurovision
Gotta hand it to that girl. No way was Madonna
going to perform in Israel without attempting to patch up centuries of
bloodshed and religious hostility by making some sort of major gesture.
It came right at the end of her two-song guest performance on the Eurovision Song Contest (BBC1), when her dancers turned their backs to reveal Israeli and Palestinian flags on their costumes. Then they embraced, geddit?
Who
needs diplomacy, treaties, initiatives and summits when you’ve got
Madge on the case? Why, this whole conflict could have been patched up
way back at Camp David if only she had been involved sooner. ‘Wake Up,’
read the words beamed onto the stage after the flag blag. ‘Wake up,’
whispered Madonna, before doing a peace sign and hurling herself
backwards off a set of stairs.
In Tel Aviv on Saturday night, she looked terrible and sounded even worse; off beam, off key, off form
Wake up, wake up! Yes, please. Anything to stop this nightmare of a performance.
In
a career spanning four decades, has Madonna ever been as howlingly
awful as she was on Eurovision? Never, m’lord, and I’m including her
2012 Hyde Park concert where she did a striptease, held a gun to her
head and told the London audience: ‘I love you, Poland.’
In
Tel Aviv on Saturday night, she looked terrible and sounded even worse;
off beam, off key, off form. Her showcase performance lasted only ten
minutes but such was the depth of humourless grandiosity on display that
it felt like being lectured at for an hour.
Designer
John Paul Gaultier had wrangled Madonna into a Joan of Arc meets
Robocop outfit, complete with a silver truss with dangling suspenders,
thigh boots and a tragic revival of the conical bra; not so much a
wardrobe malfunction as a complete nervous breakdown in the Her Satanic
Majesties section of Zara. The whole outfit was accessorised with a
jewelled eye patch. Was that wise? No.
‘What a trouper, showing up despite what looks like a nasty case of conjunctivitis,’ BBC host Graham Norton archly noted.
Launching
into a lacklustre version of Like A Prayer, she sounded breathless and
even screeched, like a winded crow. There was an odd but distinct lack
of energy as she puffed down the stairs one by one, like a gran with a
bad knee.
It came right at the end of her
two-song guest performance on the Eurovision Song Contest (BBC1), when
her dancers turned their backs to reveal Israeli and Palestinian flags
on their costumes. Then they embraced, geddit?
After
this, a short Armageddon-themed interlude found her pretending to beat
up her dancers to the music of Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite for no
good reason. ‘The storm isn’t in the air, it is inside of us,’ she
darkly intoned because yes, that’s what happens when you eat too many
falafels. ‘Can’t you hear the wind that is beginning to howl,’ she
cried. Whoops, sorry about that.
Then
it was straight into the reggae drear of Future (one of the songs from
new album Madame X) in which she predicts we are not all going to make
it to tomorrow, thanks for the reminder. Madonna seems hell-bent on
presenting herself as some kind of death cult leader who knows when the
world is going to end and when it does, boy is she going to make us
suffer. If she had been a real Eurovision contestant, representing a
country called Past Glories, she would have scored nul points.
On
the night she was upstaged by Australia’s snow queen on stilts; a
Viking singer who slaughtered a bubble and a handsome Russian who seemed
to be singing about face cream.
There
was a retired Turkish dentist representing San Marino (don’t ask) who
not only managed to hit more notes than Madonna, but also appeared to
pay touching tribute to the queen of pop in his song. ‘You’re not alone,
so stand up for nana,’ he crooned.
The
British entry, from former X Factor contestant Michael Rice, came last.
‘It’s all political,’ said his disappointed grandad, who believed it to
be a Brexit punishment vote – overlooking the fact that it was a
terrible song, too.
Politics and music
have always been uneasy bedfellows. Madonna’s timid flag stunt may have
had its heart in the right place, but it was a reminder that while art
can be a potent way to raise political consciousness, it can be a medium
for facile gestures, too.
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