A Swede singing pop-disco-opera with a French title flanked by gay ballet dancers in suits... how can this possibly go wrong? And there are flags and funny hats and all! I’m such a poofter, I love this. Just take a lesson from Charlotte’s fate last year, sweetie: wind machines are good, but stay away from the sunbeds, the botox, bad lighting and the uninspiredly poofy old backing singers. OK?
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