In a time when national unity is of paramount importance, one would be hard-pressed to find a topic with more vitriolic disagreement and disunity than the one regarding a miss Katheren Perry. It seems that America is divided into two camps. Either her lush melodies and the fantastical pageantry of her live shows bring you momentous joy, or endless rage.
Of course, she is a bona fida star. You would have to have lived in a hole for the better part of the past decade in order to not be infected by her songs. And you would have to have had your eyes gouged out in order to not see her gorgeous mug, which has graced nearly every publication found at your local magazine stand. (Last year's Field & Stream featured quite a provocative cover of her naked, straddling an Alligator)
Of course, when one reaches that caliber of stardom it is impossible not to have an opinion about them. These opinions range from extreme to extreme.
In fact, were I to dare assert that Katy Perry is not your average pop star, but a distinct, singular, firework amidst a sea of dim flares, my compatriots would surely accost me saying, "How can you call yourself a music fan, but still claim to enjoy this filth! You swine! Get behind me Satan!"
Even in this post 9-11 world riddled with ominous terror threats and the pervasive fear that our nation is on the brink of implosion, most people do not stifle their disdain for the pop sensation. Which is heartbreaking to say the least. Tis a sad state of affairs when a group of people cannot agree on something that is so flagrantly obvious.
Katy Perry is an angel sent straight from heaven. Although her wings may elude the naked eye, the refrains that escape her lips are unmistakably not of this world.
As one can glean from the above paragraphs, I am not demure about my devotion to ms. Perry. So the thought of spending an hour and 1/2 with the pop princess thrilled me to say the least.
Is it a puff piece? Yes. Is it a well-done puff piece? Very much so.
Look, I wasn't expecting 8 & 1/2 or an exegesis of the Syrian Civil War. I only desired to see Katy. Ostentatiously adorned in peculiar garb, belting out hit after hit whilst genderless pixies frolic and cavort on stage around her. All in glorious HD.
Does it have this? In spades
So if the thought of seeing Katy Perry in glorious 3D makes you cringe, then it might be best to stay away. If the thought stirs up a bit of excitement in your belly, then like the dust brings forth a sneeze, let her presence bring forth your smile.