I was mildly disappointed with the Opening Ceremony of the Winter Olympics. I was assuming, this being Italian primetime TV, the organisers would parade scantily clad showgirls and serenade the 2 billion worldwide viewers with sing-alongs that you can clap in time to at home. Instead, the world saw Italy's finest performance in years. (I particularly liked the tree frog performers and the rollerbladers with fire-breathing jetpacks. And, Pavarotti's Puccini-inspired finale was bravissimo). But, dear viewers, don't believe what you saw is an accurate portrayal of Italian TV culture. It's usually all about cleavage, C-grade has-been actors and bad lounge acts. I welcome a 2-week respite.
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