And to round off one of the hardest (and hottest) days I can ever remember at Eurovision, we came to Serbia … and boy, what an ending!
The stage background started out white to contrast her black dress, and there was a wind machine, but this quickly became music to slit your wrists by, and I just couldn’t warm to it.
I suppose, ‘Kruna’ isn’t intrinsically bad, and the vocal was spot on; Nevena didn’t miss a note, but she sounded and looked pained, singing about giving herself to some unseen man. Quite frankly, he can have her, if it shuts her up.
Overall, this was below standard Balkan plodder, and that’s a problem. It just came across on screen as ice cold rather than a warming love ballad. Nevena failed to sell the song, and that’s going to be its undoing.
