Princess of Poop:
Britney Spears at the 2007 MTV Video Music Awards
Review by Eric Peltier
MTV made an attempt at resurrecting the VMAs this year with a revamped format showcasing several performance rooms built around a backstage party atmosphere, rather than the typical on-stage acts scattered between long presentations. In part, the format was successful in helping the television broadcast seem more interesting and move faster, but came across with an almost disjointed feel as the camera cut from room-to-room with a less than seamless transition cutting in-and-out of performances.
The evening started out with a bang as the fallen princess of pop (or poop, depending on the point of view) Britney Spears attempted her come-back. As so eloquently already reported by every news agency and blogger in the universe, train wrecks have redeeming qualities. This was so indescribably terrible that it made Hiroshima look like a walk in a grassy field. She was sporting a highly unflattering outfit displaying her ponch so blatantly that it might have been visible from the moon. The excess weight aside, a blind kid with a crayon could have designed a better set and costumes. The out of sync dancing looked like she was trudging through quicksand while the choreography resembled something a paraplegic senile hag scripted. Her feeble singing, or rather lip syncing to the track was about as convincing as a politician and the new song was about as memorable as a week of constipation. Her facial expression throughout the entire performance was like watching deer on depressants starring at oncoming headlights, and the jaw-dropped reaction of the crowd was more amiss than if Eddie Murphy brought his standup routine to a Mormon village. If that does not leave a mark on MTV braadcast, nothing short of another Super Bowl wardrobe malfunction will.