Commonwealth Games Opening Ceremony verdict
March 15, 2006
I am a hardcore cynic, I’ll freely admit that. I’m also a Melbournian. The combination of these does not bode well for an event such as the Opening Ceremony of the Commonwealth Games. For months now, I have been practising my cringe for the ritual slaughter of local and national landmarks at the altar of international recognition. To the credit and shame of the CommGames organisers, tonight provided both sides of the coin.
The opening theatricals were simply scary. The combination of whoring out recognised icons and what must have been a bewildering display of regional in-jokes for outsiders surely ostracised everyone viewing the event. Melbourne and Australia’s obsession with things such as trams and thongs has got to go. Seriously, do streetcars, cablecars, flipflops and jandals ring a bell to anyone? The charity koalas rampaging around stage and through the air was up there with the bike-riding kangaroo of Atlanta and the Nicholas Webster dangling above the ‘G was a throwback to everything that was resented about the Sydney 2000 curtain raiser.
On the flipside, I was surprisingly proud of our town once this nightmare was over. The choice of The Cat Empire playing background music was a masterstroke and perhaps surpassed Tiesto’s effort in Athens, which I thoroughly appreciated. The teams looked fantastic, apart from the illegible umbrellas that led them in (a pity, as a friend was carrying that of a small Pacific country). I even have to give credit to Delta Goodrem, whose cash-cow Games anthem was gratefully well delivered, although it is clearly begging for a dance remix (please, somebody). This is a big call, as I was seriously caning it after reading the lyrics in the paper this morning.
The baton relay was nicely understated, and the use of the AFL captains was good, at least from a Victorian point of view. Barassi was fantastic. An instant dismissal should be handed to the severely deficiant cameraman who focused on the teleprompter displaying the Queen’s message ‘contained in the baton’ when the baton was placed on the pedastal. Unforgivable. On the subject of Betty, one glance at her was enough to realise she was thinking of every single other place she would rather be. Conversely, the perpetually outdated Prince Phillip looked like he was having a great time and provided one of the surprises of the night. Dame Kiri Te Kanawa was one of the hightlights (typical, given that she is a Kiwi crashing an aussie event), and managed a brilliant mashup of Happy Birthday and God Save The Queen, artfully addressing one of the major debacles the Games has faced so far. For the record, I believe GSTQ should have been played in full, not that I believe in retaining the monarchy in the least.
Another debacle, that of our friend Jana, was apparently fair game and was jumped upon by the various commentators, much to my approval. Any comparison of the Olympics to the CommGames was swiftly addressed however, and God help anyone who said ‘torch’ instead of ‘baton’.
Fireworks were standard stuff, launched from buildings around town and along the Yarra. However, I say give the games to Hong Kong (although I guess they aren’t Commonwealth anymore?) and see how they light up a skyline. The Yarra flags and fishes were also a surprise and were quite nicely done.
On the whole, I was very impressed with the show. Subtract the horrific theatricals and it was a great spectacle. The MCG truly looked amazing and inspired pride as an Australian and particularly as a Melbournian, which does pose the question of where Lord Mayor John So was…
And now the games begin. Not necessarily the sporting events, I’m referring to me trying to catch public transport for the next two weeks.
pic thanks to The Age
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