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Last Sunday, my mother-in-law asked, “What is up with all of the attention those Beckley people are getting?” “Beckley?” I asked. “Yeah, that British couple. There was a big to-do about them in this week’s Parade, and she has some show on t.v.” "Ah. Not Beckley. Beckham," I said.
The fact that the correct name didn’t even register with her after the publicity blitz David and Victoria Beckham have unleashed on America spoke volumes.
First, for my mother-in-law and others who don’t have a clue who these people are, the 60 second download: He’s one of the most famous football/soccer players ever. He shot to stardom in the late 90’s playing for Manchester United and being of England’s World Cup team. Then he was exported to Spain, where he played for Real Madrid for four years. He has tons of lucrative brand endorsements.
She, the former Victoria Adams, achieved stardom as Posh Spice (she pouted and wore black a lot) of the Spice Girls. After the girl group disbanded, she went on to have a modestly successful solo career despite having the vocal abilities of a turnip.
They got married in 1999 in a really humble ceremony. They are criminally good looking, are fashion icons, have weathered several well-publicized lapses in his fidelity, and have three adorable boys. The UK tabloids haven’t been able to get enough of them during the past 10 years. At this point, she’s mostly famous for being famous, and he’s being paid 250 meelion dollars over five years to singlehandedly make soccer relevant to the U.S.
But it’s apparently not enough to be filthy rich and have astounding levels of celebrity in other parts of the world. Over the past few months, the golden couple have orchestrated a “You’re gonna love us, America!” publicity campaign that has all of the subtlety of an anvil falling on Wile E. Coyote’s head.
It started last fall when Posh became overnight BFF’s with fellow Fembot and perpetual tabloid magnet Katie Holmes. By being seen with Mrs. Cruise at Paris fashion shows, she guaranteed her insertion into American media. Then came a new haircut and ridiculous (yet entirely expected) levels of press coverage.Dozens of paparazzi just happened to be waiting for them at the airport when they officially touched down on U.S. soil. Victoria appeared on “The Tonight Show” to hawk her reality show (more on that in a minute) and convince us that she’s just like any other wife and mother. W magazine gave them a full cover story, accompanied by the “I’m too sexy for my pants” photo spread.
And then there was a paparazzi-filled visit to Toys R Us, punctuated by little 2-year-old Cruz coming out in his daddy’s arms, holding a newly purchased American flag. Puh-leez.
All of this led up to the much publicized debut of "Victoria Beckham: Coming to America” on NBC on Sunday night. Originally planned as a multi-episode reality show documenting her immerson into life among the Hollywood elite, the network whacked it down to a one episode special. Only it wasn’t so special. Ratings were so dismal that it came in behind a repeat of “Wife Swap.” The critics and viewers were not kind.
David Beckham hasn’t even hit the field for the L.A. Galaxy, and America already is sick and tired of the celebrity couple we didn’t bother to get to know. There probably are a number of factors for the failed publicity blitz. On this side of the pond, we have so many sports, teams and athletes that we can’t possibly pay much attention to them beyond what happens on the field. And soccer certainly doesn't resonate with most of us yet. Oooh, and sorry, Victoria, but when it comes to self-absorbed, Mystic tanned grapefruit halves bolted onto broomsticks walking around on stilettos, Hollywood already is stocked up, thanks.
But I think the biggest reason for their failure to connect thus far with us is because America, being a democracy, wants to choose who becomes famous over here. We want to build the altar for our idols. We want to feel responsible for making (and breaking) celebrity careers. The Beckhams, on the other hand, were brought over to our table on a diamond-encrusted plate and shoved down our throats. And English food can be hard enough to stomach on its own, even more so when force fed.
What do you think? Will the king and queen of UK celebrity find loyal subjects in America?
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I'm not sure. I tend to doubt they'll get near the traction to live up to all the hype. I'm also not sure how much the Latino market in So-Cal, who the Galaxy/MLS seem to be banking on, will embrace Beckham.
I for one could give a rat's behind, but I'm not a big sports fan, much less a MLS fan.