divine angst

Entertainment Weekly’s review of Britneys’ reality show made my afternoon. Some faves:

“At one point, after seeing paparazzi outside her window, she declares—with what she intends to be knowing bravado—’People can take anything away from you, but they can’t take your truth. Can you handle my truth?’ And then she swings the camera around to the makeup table in front of her and squeals, ‘I got pretty glitter over there!’”

“Let’s take the moment when she focused the camera on her knees and said, ”They look just like boobs. But they’re not. They’re my knees!” and then shrieked with laughter.”

“Were I not too busy throwing bricks at my TV, I would have clapped with delight as she attempted to interpret a painting but ended up making it—just as she had everything else—about her. If you showed her a painting of Dali’s melting clocks, she would say, ‘This one makes me cry. Time is getting all gooey because I’m late and the world is sad.’”

And the best of all:

“Does anyone remember when Barbra Streisand made that music video of her duet with her then boyfriend Don Johnson, ”Till I Loved You,” where at the end they both giggled and nuzzled a little bit? That was only three minutes long, and I’ll bet Barbra has anyone flogged who even hums that song in her presence now.”

I might have to watch Chaotic now, just for the laughing.