Right, if some murderous thingy had happened yesterday night, I bet half of the World could be excused thanks to the same event - who was not watching the Olympics opening ceremony?
Right, Mr.Bean won cheating. WTF? |
Honestly, I was waiting indeed for Danny Boyle's show. At first, I saw a happy green place, with hard-working but smily farmers - and I was like WUT? But then Boyle's style came out, and I was glad he portrayed a rich humanity, reflecting his Trainspotting view more than the latest Slumdog's style. A colourful reality that is a result of beastly impulses, neurosis and controversies rather than an outcome of sympathy and loooove. My mother kept saying how beautiful and encouraging was his view, a positive insight of mankind's best - sorry, where did you see that? For at least the first half I saw destruction, a progress that claimed a really harsh payment in both environment and social relationships. Few men looking up their future, pretending it'd be bright for everyone else, that instead came out to be our own destruction: a tough analysis, a criticism of today's world. The inferno-like kilns embedded the metaphor, and I was both delighted by the insight and scared that the whole ceremony would have kept this path, not really in line with the Olympics' morale.
The message, to me, was crystal clear: if we really want to forge a brighter future, we can't forget our past mistake, neither we should hide them. The future is built on our past, regardless of how bad were our actions. A reflection on what hopefully is going to be our past, and as our ancestors worked hard for a dream we should as well forge our hopes into reality, create peace from war, and mould new principles, from a muddy now to a bright tomorrow. Like the Olympic circles lifting up from kilns.
The message, to me, was crystal clear: if we really want to forge a brighter future, we can't forget our past mistake, neither we should hide them. The future is built on our past, regardless of how bad were our actions. A reflection on what hopefully is going to be our past, and as our ancestors worked hard for a dream we should as well forge our hopes into reality, create peace from war, and mould new principles, from a muddy now to a bright tomorrow. Like the Olympic circles lifting up from kilns.
One ring to rule them, One ring to find them, One ring the bring them all... |
away from Mordor-like kilns? |
I laughed my ass off watching that. GO MARY!! |
Compared to the we-have-to-be-seriously-awesome-goddamn engaged by Beijing few years before, this was much more relaxed. Take it easy, man. It quite sounded like a message to Asian-feeling driven nations: okay, you gotta be perfect and disciplined, but a laugh sometimes?
For someone constantly divided between her western inheritance and a deep love for Asia (aka, me) this was too much of a comparison. Two different thoughts crashing together, a serious clash of civilisation brought on within four years time and in a neutral stadium. Which one will be victorious, taking up the lead of the world? Discipline and greatness China-style or Enjoy-it-and-it'll-be-better UK way?
NONSENSE.
It's not wrong, it's not right, it's just different. A concept that perfectly applies in this context, and it's confirmed by athletes' behaviors I've seen so far. Cultural differences pushed far away for a fair competitions. The greatest thing I've seen was a Chinese swimmer hugging a USA competitor; a warm hugh to genuinely congratulate for her triumph. SOWHAT? That's the awesome Olympic feeling.
I'm just sorry for the Korean fencer kicked out twice by Italians...lol |
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