T.A.G. takes out the trash!
Can you imagine what it might be like to be some white trash bumpkin who has
no particular talent, no evident skills, and the only success youıve ever
known is producing two illegitimate children? Now imagine being that person
and suddenly marrying multi millionaire, pop superstar Britney Spears. If
you were able to imagine this, you just might be Kevin Federline! Welcome to
Tvadviceguy.com, Kevin. Nice to have you here.
If you weren't able to imagine that scenario, then you must not be Kevin,
and likely wonıt be able to stomach the new "reality" show that he stars in
with his often acne faced wife Britney. The power couple somehow hoodwinked
UPN into airing Britney's home videos of her life on the road, and her
budding romance with the gravy train occupant who would become her husband.
To say that this show is quite possibly the worst show to ever grace the
airways means we are letting off the hook shows like "Listen Up," "Cop
Rock," and "Chicken Soup." But we're not willing to do that. That's not fair
to "Chicken Soup." Because, in all honesty, "Britney and Kevin: Chaotic"
should not officially count as a real show. Itıs a train-wreck of monstrous
proportions. It's an un-watchable disaster.
Britney, whose star has fallen faster than her ovaries, recently decided to
take some time off to get fat and go into public restrooms barefoot.
Redneck with Black feet.
But to make sure her reputation is dragged through the mud, and other
unspeakable mud like substances, she has decided to invite the American
public to share in her most intimate moments. Or at least those caught on
tape.
I was only able to watch a few minutes of this new low in television
programming, because it was so difficult to watch on so many levels. For
starters, the footage is so shaky, so poorly shot, so unuseable, that I felt
like vomiting. The actual content of this unacceptable media is filled with
Britney talking to herself on camera, her sneaking up on Kevin in the
shower, close-ups of her pizza face, and her bragging about how she loves to
have sex with her new boy toy. This time I actually did vomit.
There is no point to this show. There is no message. There is no
explanation.
The happy couple up on a balcony. Just jump.
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