Superbowl XVL had everything a superbowl should have. Superb athleticism, plays that make you ooh and ahh, errors and mistakes that make you stomp your feet, and a finish that made you jump off the sofa. What it lacked was a decent halftime show.
The Black Eyed Peas. Seriously? Puh-lease! OK, they are hip and trendy, but their performance was ... well, weird.
First off: the costumes. What the heck were they wearing? It looked like they found the rejects from Tron: Legacy at a thrift shop. And that helmet wil.i.am was wearing ... is he losing his hair and going plastic?
Second off: Fergie's microphone. There is a now-unemployed sound tech who forgot to turn it on. She is the best part of the group, both in looks (insert plastic joke here), and vocal ability, but even she sounded flat and hollow. Maybe they were out late partying with Ben Rothlisberger?
Third off: guest stars. Slash was ... well, showing his age. He stood still as a manequin while Fergie absolutely butchered one of the greatest songs ever. Oh, and by the way Fergie ... you are NOT Axl. Don't even try to copy his vocal stylings, it won't work. And Usher? Ummmm, Fergie, it is usually good manners to let a guest vocalist sing their own song.
Fourth off: new lyrics? Since when was "Where is the Love" a song to President Obama? The opening lyric was changed to a politically charged “In America we need to get things straight / Obama, let’s get these kids educated / Create jobs so the country stays stimulated.” Yeah, I get it, you think that President Obama is the salvation of America, but obviously you didn't hear his comment before the Chamber of Commerce where he said that corporate profits "have to be shared by American workers," not twenty-four hours after the interview with Bill O'Reilley airs in which he flat out denies being a socialist.
In the final analysis, the superbowl halftime show was about the only thing that could make me forget about the absolutely horrid botch-job Christina Aguilera did on the National Anthem.
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