What’s guilty about this classic Eurovision banger, you ask?
Well, the real crime was the voting: 0 points from the public and a 22nd‑place finish out of 26. Guilty as charged.
I’ll defend poor Anggun (and her traveling troupe of gymnasts) until the end. Because let’s be honest: Anggun sweeping onto that Baku stage in her copper corset and flowing taffeta cape, hair blowing like she’d just stepped out of a L’Oréal commercial, belting “you and I!” — that was pure camp Eurovision gold. She's a true star, done dirty by the fickle Eurovision voting apparatus.
Sure, the vocals occasionally went off script occasionally, the staging was a little one‑note, and France hyped it like it was destined for the top 5… only for it to crash and burn near the bottom.
So why a guilty pleasure? Because knowing all that, I still can’t resist. It’s the perfect cocktail of iconic diva energy, borderline cheesy staging, and those “oh, they really thought this was going to win” vibes. And yes, I keep coming back to it, including in my dreams ;)