By Natasha Julius
It’s been a long, ugly, terrible year since I last pretended to care about the Super Bowl half-time show and somewhere in that miserable slog either the NFL or I or possibly both of us gave up. I can understand why the organizers would want to avoid the kind of big, loud spectacle we’ve seen in prior years. J-Lo’s not going to mount a stripper poll in a half-empty stadium, after all. But with all due respect to Mr. The Weeknd, this feels like the half-time show equivalent of sweatpants on a Zoom call – no one’s gonna see it, so who gives a fuck?
Posted on February 5, 2021