Microfoni fruscianti, urla in sala, errori di regia, goffe inciampate, battute per niente esilaranti, anche gli spot pubblicitari sembrano girati male.
Il 61° Festival della canzone italiana non sembra partire nel migliore dei modi.
Un passaggio del testimone così trash e nazionalpopolare poteva portare solo la firma della Clerici . Sempre agghindata come una bomboniera delle peggiori fatture, si presenta accovacciata sui gradini con in braccio la daughter a few years, confused and disoriented. Explain to the child that "the magic is renewed every year."
His melodramatic touch that makes inroads into the hearts of italianotti fades quickly, as the theme of the festival when you hear a jingle rolling on "A World of Love" of the national Morandone. Then
gymnastics, stunts and acrobatics as if they were ushering in the Olympics.
After the "magic" begins the tragedy.
Gianni impacciatissimo and apparent confusion kicks off the evening. Enter
Luke and Paul (the Hyenas and the House Cafe, for those not familiar). Greetings, thanks and seriousness as if it rains. They are not monsters to the stage, neither is John.
Where is their sympathy, their laughter, perhaps they would be better suited to a post-festival? Worthy of mention, but of praise, a parody of "We will overcome" that turns into "I sputtanerò," and that follows the events of recent months between Fini and Knight. Surely a bit 'risky but sadly today (April 6 is also nominated): If there will be tomorrow night, I guess the reason.
Canalis and Rodriguez : there is nothing else to add?
Worst of all the most apocalyptic predictions: in a disharmonic come, pretending to love each other, hand for hand; and are stuffed with shining eyes, unable to speak (if they had something to say) beautiful, for heaven's sake, but only that, thanks to Gianni pater and greetings to no end, unable to cover the dead space (numerosissimi!) .
The Argentine dance that was to be a sensual tango with an undeserved Anguel Miguel Zotto, Canalis seeks to involve Gianni twist in Pulp Fiction: Uma Thurman and a shameful despicable Travolta (among the dancers on stage were 2 out of 3 Friends, including the much-discussed Valerio Pino). In short, the word contains unnecessary
good concept.
But let's now the undisputed protagonists of the evening: the singers and their songs. Romance? Loved? The level is really low and middle-low-low. Pater and Gianni Mazzi have seen us really focus.
Giusy Ferreri - The immense sea
A mixture between Ligabue Vasco Rossi, a little 'just screamed and scanned the words. This is how the ex-cashier of the song for the occasion in sexy version.
Luca Barbarossa with Raquel Del Rosario - Until the end
Nazionalpopolare, love heart sun, chorus redundant, insufficient duet on the threshold. But a singer is usually due to go to Spain to find it?
Roberto Vecchioni - Call me still love
All in all not so bad. Catchy tunes banalotto text. Perhaps the title and theme clash with its age. Well to emphasize "yet" must add "for short!
Anna Tatangelo - Bastardo
And what do I have to say? The "court" of XFactor, Ms. D'Alessio returns with a painful song, worthy of her and look questionable. B indicates that the back of the Bastard song or Side B of the Neapolitan naturalized? If anything, someone would notice! However, the voice is!
Crush - I confess
Loudness all year 60/70 for dug a duo. Obsolete.
Max Pezzali - My second time
Considering that it was, unfortunately, lead singer of a generation, it is nice to see him. But it's not a pretty sight: fat, old, dressed as a peasant. 883 style song in its entirety, neither more nor less. Classic microphone handle, classic chorus repeated ad infinitum. I have already learned.
Davide Van de Sfroos - Yanez
Sing in the Lombard dialect variant laghée directly from Lake Como. We have the mandate George? Text incomprehensible to non-dialect speakers, but why captivating.
Anna Oxa - My
soul of man is gone now: the best of times there Oxa more. Song is not good idea, pronunciation incomprehensible, clumsy movements. The voice still remains.
Tricarico - 3 Colors
Not bad, not even the artsy young poet who engages in a haunting chant in his own way. Nursery rhyme singing, apparently, the Italian tricolor: the banner of nazionalpopolarità then.
Emma Brown with Fashion -
will come directly from the last edition of Friends comes Emma Brown, with his air of faux-rock, cutting his mock-rock and his voice fake-rock, but Tamarra true. Perfect marriage of his voice and that of Kekko of Fashion. Song is not bad, but already hackneyed.
Luca Madonia with Franco Battiato - The Alien
They, too, I was not disappointed, too. Text slightly retro and enigmatic. Voices reassuring. Serene melody.
Patty Pravo - Wind and Roses
She is now more dead than alive. Do not go to time out of place (the fault of the Botox?) And with clothing that is reminiscent of a French lady of 700, a geisha and the Montalcini. Lyric ugly, as all his last, will soon be forgotten.
Nathalie Giannitrapani - Vivo
Suspended For the last XFactor winner, who has the right to place among the big names in Sanremo (rule absurd: Stefano if he won?) I ancora alcune riserve, ma senza dubbio l’originalità del testo si nota così come la sua voce non consueta e la melodia non scontata. Fine ed elegante.
Al Bano - Amanda è libera
Sinceramente non ho capito il testo di questa canzone, ma non penso nasconda grandi verità. Albano non mi va giù, che devo fa?
Tra un Morandi ansante e i baci e gli abbracci fra i “presentatori” (la squadra, termine così abusato) si conclude la prima serata di quello che non sarà certo ricordato per il Festival degli ascolti record (lo posso dire con certezza sin da ora). Speriamo nelle nuove proposte!
