Regardless of whether you think Hey Hey It's Blackface Day is a storm in a thimble, or a disgrace which reveals the hidden evil in the heart of all Australians, I'm sure you'll agree Alan Howe has nailed Harry Connick's singing:
Connick is a cheesy, half-talented copycat singer employing cliched Sinatra stylings while recycling jazz standards that have been sung better everywhere. You don't want to hear what he does to a decent pop song.
Half-talented copycat actor, too. Literally. As a serial killer in Copycat, Hannibal Lecter would have eaten him for dinner. (Dwayne Russell: They don't come any better than that!)
IMHO anyone who was viewing is tragic (points at Helen Coonan), anyone actually involved, must be desperate, and nobody in this country ever had slaves or ridiculed them as they were in the USA. Of course HCJnr had to say what he said, but he could have phrased it with a disclaimer for 'intent'. An international beat-up, while genuine horror occurs daily and unremarked.
bloody hypocrites all.
Posted by: Ann O'Dyne | 12 October 2009 at 21:09
I saw a TV advert for his latest cover album and for a brief moment I thought it was a pisstake. A Glenn Robbins type pisstake.
I also happened to see a bit of Barry Manilow flogging his 1980s inspired cover album. I think it was a late night infomercial. It was even worse than Harry's latest effort.
Poor Barry's completely lost it.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | 13 October 2009 at 13:37
When Barry met Harry - who cut the cheese?
Posted by: Tony | 13 October 2009 at 15:12
Perhaps the greatest singer and greatest actor on the greatest segment on the greatest reunion special of the greatest weekly show on the greatest network on the greatest viewing medium in the greatest country of the greatest continent etc.
P.S - Lola perhaps the greatest showgirl and Tony the greatest bartender?
Posted by: Adsy | 13 October 2009 at 22:02