I didn’t watch the Superbowl, but I’m going to review it anyway, because I have it on good authority that professional critics don’t actually watch everything they review.
As usual, the presentation of women as sex object cheerleader types totally failed to detract from the overwhelming and somewhat embarrassing homoerotic tension of an American professional football game. All those men in satiny tights, making passes at each other between their legs, tackling each other en masse just to grab a ball, and congratulating each other with ass-slappings. It’s kind of sad how much it explains about American society, that we think of football as a heterosexual manly man kind of sport.
Janet Jackson’s breasts were invited to appear, but talks broke down when they asked for more money.