The final qualifier may be one of the most boring things ever shown on television. And yes, then we have seen both Linus on the line and Carina Berg’s artist dates in sub-competition three. But we have never seen so many instant replays as in Karlstad.
“Ditch the shit!”
Second Chance was rescheduled to semi-finals which were rescheduled to final qualifiers due to disappointing viewing figures. Go ahead, an idea: Dump the shit! If nothing else, for the sake of the competitive moment itself. Because when over half of the entries go through each week, there isn’t much excitement left.
No, it’s time to put an end to this excruciatingly drawn-out farewell to the entries that will still disappear out the back door (going from the compilation heat to winning the Melodifestivalen is rarer than Jay Smith’s smile).
“More challenging now than 20 years ago”
It became all the more exciting when Elecktra contributed glitter and glamor and made the sub-competition seem political, damn me. She is not a full-fledged singer, but her number finally contributed something that burns, something that is put on the line.
The possibility that a drag queen would be allowed to represent Sweden in Eurovision feels more challenging now than 20 years ago when After Dark became Mello’s very first drag queen. And how would Elektra have been received by Europe?
“Not everyone gets started on professionalism”
We never get an answer to that, because Norway’s Piff and Puff took home the victory just as expected. The husband of professional and charming mother-in-law dreams must be looked for. And according to the odds, Marcus and Martinus will win the final as well. But beware – not everyone starts on the professional side. In Karlstad, almost as many voted for the opposite of the twins: Medina. Despite, or perhaps thanks to, the year’s most cliche-filled and bland song lyrics. Because if you want to live la vida, then it will be what it will be.