Great big nostalgia + a bit of political edge + a little bit of glumness

Let the Games begin. First though, a jam-packed, multimillion, 3.5-hour journey back through time

An Olympic opening ceremony, or at least the first part of it before the Parade of Nations—and that’s the part being dealt with here—is sort of like a comedy monologue at the Academy Awards. So much time, planning and money goes into the creation of a performance that’s only vaguely related to what we came to see.

We watch the Olympics to see the best athletes from around the world, while indulging our pardonable rooting interest in our own country. But the opening ceremonies aren’t exactly about athletics, and they aren’t really about the world. They’re a big commercial for the host city and the host country, and they’re judged in large part by how positive an image they convey.

The last Summer Games ceremony, in Beijing in 2008, became instantly famous as an example of how a ceremony can help sell the world on a country’s favoured image of itself. The idea of China as a huge country with incredibly efficient and skilled people wasn’t new, of course, but the ceremony made it even more vivid and popular.

So, naturally, a lot of the talk before this year’s ceremony was about the image of Great Britain that Danny Boyle planned to project in the opening song/dance/performance portion of the show. And one thing was clear from the beginning–the ceremony was drenched in history. Some countries try to offer a sleek, modern image, implying that this is Year Zero and they’re looking ahead to the future. China in 2008 offered its share of historical facts, but the overall impression it gave was of a forward-looking, modern place.

Boyle, on the other hand, offered a great big nostalgia show. As soon as Kenneth Branagh came out to recite Shakespeare in a costume that many of us couldn’t help mistaking for Abraham Lincoln, this was a show about all the old stuff that it’s still safe for England to be proud of. (The Empire tends to be soft-pedalled these days.) It was by no means uncritical nostalgia, but it was still a celebration of the English landscape, British heritage, the parts of the Women’s suffrage movement that weren’t already covered in full in Mary Poppins. By the time we got to the dancing tribute to the NHS, it seemed almost inevitable.

Also seemingly inevitable, but still thrilling, was the meeting between James Bond and the Queen. There’s something charming and wonderful about seeing a cliché come to life through the magic of filmmaking. And since we all know Bond and Elizabeth are the two most famous English people outside of England (well, maybe Sherlock Holmes too, but there are so many different versions at once) seeing them together was exciting. And in a ceremony that tried—in a halting sort of way—to portray England as something more than the tourist version, this was a pretty funny portrayal of the version of England that we outsiders are familiar with.

Boyle tried, as much as he could, to bring a bit of a political edge to the show: portraying the bad as well as the good points of the Industrial Revolution, celebrating Socialized Medicine™, and giving us a gigantic Peace Sign Busby Berkeley formation. It’s not exactly revolutionary stuff, but it’s one of the elements that gave a slightly personal dimension to a production that is, by its nature, huge and impersonal. If Danny Boyle wants to send a message to David Cameron, at least that’s something we don’t see in an opening ceremony every single time.

The riskier thing about this show is how much of it was focused on the past. By the time they got to those wacky weird wild young people and their cellphones and hippie dancing, we’d already been through a large amount of time devoted to Great Britain’s past. Even the “modern” segments were full of clips of old TV shows, movies, and songs, putting modern young people alongside a black-and-white clip of one of England’s most famous émigrés, Charlie Chaplin. In an era when many countries try to avoid too much nostalgia, this ceremony wallowed in past accomplishments, in cultural exports, in its status as the place that created many of the fictional characters we grew up with.

The danger of such an approach is that it can create a sense that a country is looking back on its best days, and that things will never be as good again. If the opening show created that feeling, it’s hardly unique to Britain. In difficult times, countries all around the world can’t avoid a sense of good times lost, that the future won’t be as good as the past. This was a ceremony where even the Internet seemed to be part of a better time gone by, in the person of World Wide Web creator Tim Berners-Lee, a representative of a time when anything seemed possible.

It might be that nostalgic feeling, it might be the weather, or it just might be that Danny Boyle is not a naturally high-spirited director, but this definitely didn’t seem like a high-spirited escapist show. It found things to celebrate, but there was a sense of bleakness underlying the fun. (In true British fashion, even the scenes with children were by no means escapist; they don’t go for the idea that childhood is a time of cuteness and pure enjoyment.) The closest thing to an escapist scene was the one celebrating those crazy dancing teens, but it was still a somewhat glum vision of the world.

And a little bit of glumness is probably inevitable and even appropriate for the first summer opening ceremony to be fully planned and staged after the economic collapse. Some shows are displays of opulance, Cecil B. DeMille spectacles where we’re meant to gape at the amount of money and that went into it. That was the effect of the drumming scene at Beijing in 2008; it was supposed to make our eyes pop out in awe of what money and manpower can accomplish. This was more a show for the recession era, where lavishness isn’t in the best of taste, and there’s almost a hidden longing to strip away the trappings of our era and begin again with the things that work: dancing, modern medicine, grass, trees, and, of course, plugs for James Bond movies. And in contrast to the Beijing ceremony, famous for its corporate, collective emphasis on a huge number of people doing the same thing in the same way, Boyle was trying (not always succeeding, but trying) to bring a more humanist feel to the show, highlighting individual characters and costumes.

My impression of the show, then, was that it was a good show, with surprising and welcome hints of personality and relevance. There was a sense that a certain excitement and joy was missing at times, and maybe, given the mood of the era, it was appropriate for them to be missing. The iconic image of the show might be Branagh in his top hat, standing in the middle of a crowd of dancing people, with an unlit cigar in his mouth and doing absolutely nothing. The expression on his face says: I’m here, and I’m kind of enjoying it, but you’d have to pay me a lot more to actually join in the dance.

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The rest of the ceremony went more or less according to pattern, but Paul McCartney’s appearance has to be considered a direct rebuke to the statement that James Bond and the Queen are the only English people the world knows. As Mad magazine first told us in the ’60s, once the British lost the Empire, Bond and the Beatles were all they had left.

Finally, the decision to have the cauldron lit by seven teenagers seems to fit in with the overall spirit of the show: not as spectacular or star-driven as ceremonies in the past, a little uncertain about the future, and holding out hope that the young people of today will be able to make things better than they are now. It’s sort of depressing and inspiring at the same time—not, on the whole, a bad combination.




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Great big nostalgia + a bit of political edge + a little bit of glumness

  1. Fantastic opening ceremony, except for Paul McCartney ..let dead rockers die!

  2. Oh well. I was hoping they would drag Kate Bush out of whatever Middle
    Earth shire she’s inhabiting these days and turn the whole open and
    closing shebang over to her. It would be totally incomprehensible and
    totally awesome at the same time.

  3. I never watch the Olympics, having zip interest in sports…..but I have watched the opening and closing ceremonies since they’ve been televised.

    Most were forgettable….some were downright embarrassing. But LA was great, Beijing was fantastic…..and London was brilliant.

    The Queen and James Bond…..and a helicopter! I’ll never forget that absolutely stunning opener….loved it, and I’m no monarchist! It was on youtube within minutes.

    William and Harry will never live it down. LOL

    The UK has thousands of years of history to choose from….and authors and musicians and leaders and everything else……but with the Industrial Age, they changed the world. It was the only choice to highlight…..in spite of socialist grousing.

    And a nation spotlights what they’re most proud of….for the Brits its healthcare. We won’t mention what it always is for the Americans….or for Canadians….at all
    Reminded the Americans that most of the 20th century …..as was the 19th and 18th…. was British though. And ended in a globalization message of unity and peace.
    Very enjoyable.

    • With industrial age, the Brits robbed the world! They were not the superpower. There was nothing noble or heroic about the colonial past. They were just someone with murderous gunboats and cannons terrorizing and colonizing gentle people whose only fault was too trusting, thinking they would be left alone if they didn’t bother others.
      Does mine qualify as socialist grousing?

      • The Industrial Age raised the world from agriculture to machines, and produced enormous prosperity for everyone. The UK became an empire

        Was everything about it wonderful and perfect? Of course not…..nothing ever is.

        Capitalism was the economic system best suited to the age, socialism is a reaction to capitalism. We are now moving on from both of them.

  4. “Is nostalgia really more sentimental than … hazy images of tomorrow’s
    bright new world … so prominent in progressive politics?” – Alistair Bonnett

  5. An awesome review of an extraordinary spectacle.

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