I'm going to give my critique of Britney's documentary, which i watched last night. I cannot tell you when was the last time I watched a commercial, and I don't watch shit while it's on. So if you need an explanation as to why it took me so long to watch it, now you bitches know.
Anyways, there were parts I enjoyed and parts I hated. All the shit she was saying about people not listening to her and trusting the wrong people, i was saying that while she was busy hanging out with vampires Lindsay HoHan and Herpes Hilton. I also realized that Britney has no control over her career. Not once when Papa Spears (who scares the shit out me whenever he appeared on screen especially in that creepy John Wayne Gacy clown costume) was discussing Britney's next move with manager Larry Rudolph and her security team did I see her give her input. I think if she were to take a little more initiative, maybe they would listen to her. After all, aren't they all on her payroll?
Damn her for not seeing that Kevin Federline was using her for his own celebrity gain. You live, you learn. Also like she said when you learn your lesson, we normal folks get to make mistakes and move on. As a celebrity, that shit's constantly thrown in your face. it's best she broke up with Justin when she did. that way, she wouldn't have that permanent douche scent embedded in her pores.
I love that choreographer Andre Fuentes (who was with her since the very beginning) has stuck by her and showed his loyalty as a friend. Loved that the two cute performers from In The Heights hung out with them after the show. Also loved what Andre had to say about LA compared to New York. How in LA everything has been seen and done where as in New York the simplest things inspire you. The way someone walks down the street can inspire a move in your dancing. You can't get that if you live in LA since most of those bitches out there all drive in cars.
And finally can we please talk about Vadgezilla? What was up with her face? She was starting to look like the creature from Mac & Me with fatter cheekbones and a lot more hair.
You know that bitch is lying when she said she's had no plastic surgery. If you need a reminder on how bad Vadge looked, check out the scene when a petrified Britney paid her Old & Sour tour a visit.
Overall, the documentary was well done, but I felt i didn't really learn anything I didn't already know.
P.S. I loved the paparazzo who cussed out the other photogs for fucking up his money when Britney couldn't go shopping in SoHo. That dude needs his own reality show!
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