Okay, so the Olympics opening ceremony? Lunacy, right? At first I was more mystified than anything else. Danny Boyle’s dramatic interpretations of England’s Agrarian and Industrial periods included moments so spectacularly Monty Python that I understood in a whole new way how brilliantly Monty Python had lampooned their own culture.
Once I stopped trying to make sense of the proceedings, it all just started to feel like outsize, crazyass fun. Like, if I were 17 years old and stoned out of my mind, I can’t imagine anything I’d have found more awesome than dozens of Mary Poppins ladies raining from the sky.
Or as spooky-nuts as the giant inflatable baby who appeared at the conclusion of the National Health Service segment (not even to mention the light-up hospital bed blankets).
I did like Queen Elizabeth and Daniel Craig’s whole bit..
…but mostly because of the corgis.
The music was pretty fantastic, I have to say (and apparently the soundtrack is already at the top of the charts). I love that Danny Boyle didn’t shy away from including a Sex Pistols moment at an event where Queen Elizabeth was present. And I think it was rather punk rock for Queen Elizabeth to be so sporting about it.
Also and interestingly: I missed this entirely, but during the evening’s tribute to digital Britain, this image, of British television’s first-ever lesbian kiss (from the now-defunct soap opera Brookside) flashed by. Its inclusion on the telecast made it the first lesbian kiss ever to be aired before 9pm in Britain, which is apparently a thing. Which you can read about here.
(Personally I’d have preferred to see a kiss between my favorite lesbian couple from British TV, Emily and Naomi from the edgy, dark, and quite funny series Skins. For those of you who have never heard of it—or are only familiar with MTV’s dismal version—Skins is maybe the best teen show of all time. And I say this as somebody who is embarrassingly well-versed in the genre.)
The best part of any opening ceremony is, of course, watching the teams arrive in the stadium. And I was so pleased to see that Team America’s Ralph Lauren uniforms actually kind of worked, because judging by those sneak peek pictures, it really could have gone either way (the fact that Ralph Lauren had the uniforms made in China, though? Still not so cool). How adorable is this? I love how spectacularly un-jaded and thrilled out of their minds these ladies look.
And on, very briefly, to the games themselves. Don’t you hate it when you think a guy is totally hot?
Until he opens his mouth?
Also: you must read this story about how the Olympic Village is basically an up-all-night sex fantasia. I always believed that all athletes did the whole abstinence-in-the-name-of-focus thing, but this turns out not to be the case. Not at all.