Bright Lights Film Journal

Britney’s Back, doin’ what she does best: Shakin’ her tits!

What with America generally going to hell and doing its best to take the rest of the world along with it, the Republican candidates’ debate last night, for example, I didn’t watch it, of course, but the sheer intellectual entropy of the event, ten Republicans together in the same room, for Christ’s sake!, created a psychic if not psychotic tsunami that’s still echoing through my brain, it’s good to know that there’s at least one American who’s out there, doing her job.

I’m referring, naturally, to Miss Britney Spears, who, after pumping out two kids (who will, in their turn, soon be entertaining us by posting hysterical Britney phone rants and “Bad Mommy” videos on the Internet), divorcing her two-bit husband Kevin, shaving her head,* and staggering through rehab, is out and about, talkin’ trash and actin’ brash. (You will, I hope, pardon the one-handed camera work.)

*Why did Britney shave her head? So the carpet would match the drapes! Hahahahahahahaha! Who says no good can come from reading Playboy?