“My Turn”? Probably not. Czech Republic’s 2017 Eurovision Entry.
The Czech Republic has never won Eurovision. Never come close. Which makes me think that “My Turn” as a title has a slightly nagging and desperate quality to it. This competition really doesn’t work like that. Serial failure does not translate into a cumulative victim statement that is likely to influence juries and voters across Europe. Exclusion is not bankable.
The video features Martina surrounded by an unhappy collection of people wearing drab underwear. Not erotic display underwear – actual not for show underwear. “Oh no I forgot my PE kit” underwear. Perhaps the “my turn” referred to is the turn to wear clothing. Perhaps there’s only one set of clothes to share among this collection of prisoners/inmates/castaways – and today is her turn to wear it.
Actually no, because she wears several outfits in the video. Which makes the whole situation look even more unfair. She has several sets of clothing and nobody else has any. It’s not YOUR turn Martina – it’s THEIR turn. Try sharing. Especially as reciprocity does seem to be the sort of the point of the lyrics.
Martina, who describes herself as “an extreme goat cheese lover” also claims that she’ll do anything for other people.
So she sings…
Now that you are falling, let me be your calling, be your one prayer, keep away the bad things
In this moment let me give to you what you’ve given to me, that’s the least I can do.
It’s a promise to do something vaguely nice, having been basically on the receiving end of all the generosity for a long long time. A moderately nice sentiment, if a bit timid. An undertaking to figure out “the least” that she can do.
Here’s the video by the way.
Will these sombre grey underwear people show up for the actual performance in Kiev as well as for the promotional video? I suspect not. They’re a bit depressing. They look cold.
My final analysis of this song? Too needy.
Belgium looks like a better bet:
But if it isn’t, maybe it will go to Azerbaijan with this…
Armenia’s Entry is nowhere near as scary:
In the meantime here are my thoughts on the Australian entry:
And here’s Albania…