Britain’s Got (No?) Talent
Entertainment and talent do go hand in hand, although it seems the latter is now reliant on the first. It seems that a good old sob story gets you applause, and a dancing dog gets you a standing ovation. If we’re really applauding, congratulating and encouraging talent, then why do I feel that we are over-using this little device of upholding positivity?
To put it simpler, do we applaud every act which falls into the following categories deemed as ‘talent’? Dancing dogs, cute animals, even cuter children, children who tell cracker jokes, old singing or dancing men, older singing women, fire eaters, pulling cars by your nipples, pulling trucks by your tongue, street dancers (too many of them in my opinion), saxaphone players, rubbish stand-up comedians, or women who strip and men who paint with their underwear.
Talent, as we once knew it, comprised of something unique, exciting, mind-blowing and original. Following several years of Britain’s Got Talent, it seems acts are either repeated or look much better than they actually are due to the fact that as a society we have become accustomed to applauding anyone who can pop their eyeballs on stage.
Surely we should try and segregate, raise the bar and strip out acts which are repeated every year. But, in the tradition of all things British, we sure are a diverse, sometimes strange and interesting group of people. Singing dogs and body poppers sure do make me proud to be British.