So, the dust has settled and the expectancy over the
Olympics ceremony opening is over. After seven years, we’ve all seen what Danny
Boyle and co came up with, and I have to say I was underwhelmed. While there
was much to admire – I liked the nod to Close of Encounters of the Third Kind with
the Olympic rings – on the whole, the event was too fractured, too piecemeal.
It’s no wonder people around the world were left baffled. What was missing was
a unifying principle or theme.
The event didn’t really come alive until the musical episode
– but this came too late and felt rushed. Would that the whole event had
revolved around Britain’s rich musical heritage. After all, this is a nation
that had produced some of the best songwriters and musicians in the world. Given
the number of nations that are in turmoil around the world, it may have been an
idea to organise at least part of the ceremony around protest songs, taking in
the abolitionist and Suffragette movements, as well as the Miners’ Strike. Perhaps
this would have been too political – even for Danny Boyle. But I would have
liked to have seen the Gay Mens’ Chorus in there!
Overall, this was a backward-looking piece, flying the flag
for Britain’s past glories. There seemed to be little to celebrate about this
nation’s future – unless it’s about text messaging and raving. By far my
favourite part of the ceremony was watching all the athletes filling the
stadium near the end. Their joy and delight at being there. You can forget all
the flag waving - that to me is the true
meaning of the Olympics.
As I write, Britain is fourth is the medals table. I’m still
waiting for a sports journalist to write a piece about how athletes are chosen
to represent the country. Now, that’s a story on a par with the MPs expenses scandal...