My favourite programme of the week, brightens up my Saturday and Sunday nights, Strictly Come Dancing. In these short, cold, dark days, it is a dazzling concoction of; lights, a kaleidoscope of ice-cream colours, movement and music. Don’t tell anyone but I find some of the music the most disappointing aspect of the whole show. I can’t detect a melody, a clear rhythm or indeed much that is pleasurable and familiar about the music played for the professionals and their celebrates to dance to. The unkind may say my tastes were fixed at a much earlier period and I have no appreciation of modern music. I confess I find much twenty-first century music a chaotic noise lacking all charm and musicality. The music of the 1950s and 60s.
Its a delight darling. I like the comments from the judges, the remarks on the dancing by Len, the extravagant gestures of Bruno, the harsh judgements of Craig and the kind comments of Darcy, who has fully embraced the celebrity status, and dazzles and glitters as if in a fairy-tale. The show has all the ingredients you could possibly want: the vitality and speed of the professional dancers, not to mention the good looks of the male dancers, the swish and swirl of the dresses, the elegance, the drama and even the wicked step-mother. (the thought passes through my mind, it could be the twenty-first century type of pantomime).
If you want to recall it https://youtu.be/TbLFzDrikMU.