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Gang, My only statement is that I thought it was absolutely the WORST Half Time show in Super Bowl history, and only signified to me how TONE-DEAF and OBNOXIOUS this whole country has become. I'm not even remotely "scandalized" by the display of sexuality or flesh, per se.
In light of the political environment in this country, and our absolutely ARROGANT and F#@K OFF attitude to the rest of the world, the half time show most certainly reflected that. Again, The Captain's no prude. I had no problem with the way Janet was dressed, or undressed. If they kept the show to just Janet, it woulda been kinda cool.
But no, they had to CRAM in all these other these dubious musical "celebs" in the span of 10 or 15 minutes. The only visual metaphor for this display that Captain Mike can come up with is...it made me think of someone trying stuff Anna Nicole Smith into a diver's wetsuit. While in a phone booth.
I know this OTHER metaphor is overdone in political circles, but it reminded me of the waning days of the Roman Empire. WHICH, I think we've arrived at. Bread and Circuses. The Reign of Caligula. George Bush is OUR Caligula. I'll know I'm spot-on prescient when Bush confirms those rumors of dumping Cheney as his running mate by deciding to campaign with SeaBiscuit.
Actually, the halftime show made me think of Bob Guccione's CALIGULA. And the only white guys permitted into the whole affair were two "musical" stars who are trying their gosh-darnedest to be black dudes. Sorry, but Kid Rock is just too WHITE TRASH to ever be black. And that ebonics-spouting Justin dude, while relatively clean cut, had to flaunt his "streed cred" by ripping the top off of Janet's outfit to display her surgically-enhanced by The-Army-Corps-of-Engineers boobie.
Sorry, but instead of making The Captain think, "wow," or "cool" or "that's so risque," the sight of watching a white guy ripping the clothing off of a black woman to reveal her breast reminded me moreso of any one of the more gratuitous scenes from MANDINGO.
Or when Chuck Conners raped Leslie Uggams in ROOTS. This is NOT progress, folks. I mean, c'mon. Was that considered "COOL?" Only in Bush's America.
Keep in mind, I was at a lesbian bar in Hollywood California, surrounded by screaming and hooting women who loved every minute of it. I had several helpings of free guacamole, 2 free hot dogs, several free bowls of chili and SEVERAL dollar-draft beers in my system. Meaning, I was hardly in the "judgemental" or "prudish" vein when I found myself so appalled by this display.
Thusly, the whole exercise, the point of which is NEVER to aspire to "tastefulness," still, will stand IN MY MIND as this country's largest and loudest monument to bad taste and conspicuous consumption, second only to Elvis's Graceland.)
Until next year...Only in Bush's America.
Tacky, tacky, tacky. I mean....Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeugh!
Captain Mike (bring back U2!)
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