Molly talks telly
Last updated at 15:53, Friday, 24 February 2012
IN THE past 12 months, our newspapers, television screens and computer monitors have been packed with images showing a nation in turmoil.
From the fire-filled streets of the summer riots, to placard-bearing protesters during November’s public sector strike, this anti-establishment propaganda has fuelled the belief that Britain is in crisis.
One thing which is oft said about such times of adversity and austerity is that from them stems the finest art.
This was proved true, as One Direction were crowned among the cream of the UK’s musical crop at the Brit Awards (ITV, Tuesday).
Forgive me for being facetious, but this overblown, anti-climax of an awards ceremony gave me the impression that our music scene appears to be trapped in banality.
Many of the VTs showcasing nominations were like an ad for Mother’s Day compilation CDs.
The two big winners on the night – Adele and Ed Sheeran – are prime examples of this ‘School of James Blunt’ genre of music.
That’s not to say I don’t understand its appeal. Ed Sheeran’s album is the sort I can picture playing in the background as I run a hot bubble bath, surrounded by scented candles. Before drowning myself in it.
I was initially baffled as to why the awards were staged in the O² arena. Some acts seemed to struggle delivering high-octane performances in such a huge venue.
But as footage showed Chris Martin, of Best British Band winners’ Coldplay, describing each of his band’s albums as an ‘attempt to make sense of the world’, it became apparent such space was needed. How else could you fit so many over-inflated egos under one roof?
Pop-and-Fresh lookalike James Corden from Gavin and Stacey was drafted in to host the show for another year.
Corden has been doing his best to convince the public he’s not as irritating as he once was, ditching the Smithy persona, taking to the West End and hanging about with David Beckham.
He stuck to the boring jokes on the autocue and had perfected his serious face which came after a tribute to Whitney Huston.
Awards ceremonies are considered highlights in the television calendar, but the unspectacular Brits caused me to ponder why that is.
Aren’t they just a handful of okay performances interspersed with artists saying thank you to people us ordinary folk don’t know or care about? Perhaps. The girls do wear pretty dresses, mind.
The biggest ‘scandal’ of the evening came at the end of the show, when Corden cut Adele off mid-speech during her acceptance of Best Album.
This moment was a personal highlight. I was sick of shouting ‘it’s THANK YOU, not FANK YOU, you cockney fishwife!’ at the screen. Hardly on par with the Jarvis Cocker buttock brandishing incident of 1996, though.
Overly-anxious producers probably shouted down Corden’s ear to usher her off, fearful the Ofcom brigade would have a fit if the following programme were suddenly renamed News at Five-Past Ten.
Little did they realise that, given the UK’s love affair with all things Adele, this move was on par with mugging the Queen.
A backlash ensued, yet the whole sorry situation could have been avoided if Brits bosses hired a more competent host who did the job with a little more subtlety.
Anyone know if Mick Fleetwood is busy next February?
First published at 15:52, Friday, 24 February 2012
Published by http://www.nwemail.co.uk
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Totally agree with this Molly, should be renamed Brit Ego awards, overpaid underworked timewasters! that goes for sports awards too.
Who cares,are these matters that important, or indeed even a tiny bit important/interesting. I (sort of) feel sorry for those who are so sucked into the system that they cannot see what trash is being offered on TV.
As others have said you can never over-estimate peoples stupidity, sad eh?
Of course the 'Master Plan' is to either make us stupid or (in the majority of cases) keep us this way.
Truly who cares that some dumb film star said or did or worn or didn't wear **** .
Exactly the same could be said of our esteemed politicians, who of course we respect. Clowns who are there for for themselves, should a few crumbs fall off the table we must just be grateful. Please don't ask who got us into the messed up state we are in. That's the role of sit-coms and such to keep us too stupid to ask questions.
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