I just tried to watch a recording of lasts night’s ‘Trevor McDonald Meets David Cameron’ with an open mind. I wanted Cameron to pleasantly surprise me. It would be quite nice to suddenly realise I had a viable second option when thinking about who to vote for at the upcoming election.
However, the word ‘would’ still stands here, as I have finished watching the programme still utterly unconvinced by the Tory leader.
The man talks about how he is more than just airbrushed pictures and smooth talking and then he calls his wife his ‘secret weapon’. He says she is going to be ‘deployed’ during his election campaign and that in the run-up to May 6th we will be seeing more and more of her. I’m left baffled by what part of this he thinks will convince the watcher that this shows he has either substance or caring family values.
Constantly throughout the programme little of substance ever comes from Cameron’s mouth.
In one scene, we see a private phone conversation between him and his wife in the car as he is travelling home at night. Clearly the ‘father’ and ‘husband’ side of ‘Dave’ is attempting to be put across to the viewer.
But even the falseness of this attempt is badly hidden, as while ending the conversation, he tells his wife that he is just on the Marylebone road and so will be home any minute. He may as well have come off the phone, turned directly to the camera and told us that he wasn’t really even talking to anyone.
In another scene, he walks on to the stage before giving an important political speech to the sound of the Killers. What gets me about this particular gimmick is how tired it looks. The Killers aren’t even that big a deal any more. They’re not the hot band right now. He just still seems to think they are. He’s trying so dismally hard to be contemporary and yet he’s still lagging a couple of years behind.
The problem is, I just don’t trust the man. And not necessarily in the way that I think he’s lying or anything like that. I just wouldn’t put my faith in him or his intelligence to run this country.
And it’s not like we can even hope that he’s some kind of creative instead, who will suddenly unleash moments of brilliance upon the nation once elected.
In the documentary he talks about ‘trying’ to have plenty of passion. Passion is not something you can ever ‘try’ to have. You either have it seeping helplessly through your bones or you don’t. Any attempt to muster some or more of it immediately renders it dead.
On so many levels I really did wish that today I would watch on as Cameron unveiled to us that actually he does have the substance, intelligence, wit and strength to lead our country. But unfortunately on all of these levels I have been disappointed. Right now my vote is still most certainly going to Labour.
By Sophie Hudson