As I said in the review of Croatia, 43 songs is a LOT of songs. A LOT. And some are just going to fall through the cracks. That is what has happened for me with Romania’s entry, which is the aural equivalent of a bowl of cornflakes. You eat it. It’s somehow familiar. Fifteen minutes later, you’ve forgotten you’ve even had it. I wish I could say something witty about this one, but it’s just. so. bland. Even the creepy mannequins on stage don’t do anything for me. I’m hoping that the loss of Zibbz in semifinal one signals that Europe is over good feeling faux rock anthems. But I can’t even bring myself to get that heated over this song. It’s the basic bitch of Eurovision entries.
TWITTER JOKES YOU SHOULDN’T BOTHER MAKING BECAUSE THEY’VE ALREADY BEEN DONE BETTER BY THE EUROFANDOM: Blah blah blah something with the mannequins. To be honest, I’m probably just going to be retweeting good content during the performance.
SHOULD YOU TAKE A PEE BREAK DURING HIS PERFORMANCE: Yes. Even though it’s only song #2, you’ve got a stretch coming up before a good break again.