Half caffeinated Fried Chicken
Britney Spears’s new video for Till The World Ends just dropped. Check it out here if you’ve yet to see it:
Like most of the album, it’s a good but generic dance track with a running beat – gets you hype for a night out, or on the treadmill, but will you remember it next year? Will you always be able to, no matter where you are, no matter what time, throw down the chorus even if you can’t remember the last time you heard it? I say no. But it doesn’t mean I don’t find Femme Fatale listenable. It is. Very. Especially during a workout.
As for this video…
As you can see…
It’s a literal interpretation of the title. End of days, apocalyptic sweat, when the future is bleak, take pleasure in the present of the club, or something?, which means grinding up on randoms and swinging your weave around like you just don’t care. And she seems a little, slightly, ever so slightly more alert here, non? Still with the dead eyes, sure, but the moves are sharper, she’s finishing, um, some of them, and there’s a glimmer of the old flirt in her face – it passes quickly and sometimes it gets buried entirely, but now and then a flash punches through, and you wonder how much medication is required to stifle it. With Britney, the good parts come with the unstable parts. But we’ll take whatever we can get of her if they keep crankin’er out.
There’s a scene in this video where she’s wearing a lacy jumpsuit, or something, that for a second reminded me of the pleather catsuit she wore in Oops I Did It Again. OMG. Remember that person?