The Casserole of Halftime Shows

I guarantee that if you ask any person under the age at which you lose your hearing, how do you make a show great? They will say, “Add some Beyonce.” And that’s exactly what the 50th Super Bowl Halftime show planners must have thought when they needed a way to spice up Coldplay’s Indian themed rainbow explosion. They couldn’t have possibly wanted another Katy Perry, especially not for the 50th anniversary. Let’s not forget about Bruno Mars, the gem, whose other than his great dancing can contrast with Beyonce’s high heeled bouncing?

For the NFL to announce Coldplay as the main event and Beyonce and Bruno Mars as “feature guests” is just immoral. The title should have said, “Beyonce and Bruno Mars Have a Dance off While Coldplay Members Play the Drums in the Background.” It felt as though Coldplay sang just to waste time in between the actual performance and you could tell that they were the odd one out.

Bruno Mars and Beyonce donned black leather and gold while Coldplay was emblazoned with white and every other color on the spectrum. I hope I was not the only one who wondered where you can buy a pair of Bruno Mars’ leather pajamas. I think he should get the record for first artist to play the Super Bowl in their pajamas. It looked good though, they definitely would be good for a late night fast food run to say the least.

Beyonce’s outfit was flawless and inspired by the King of Pop’s Halftime show outfit, if I say anything otherwise I do risk getting mugged, no one can talk about the Queen B and get away with it. That’s probably why no one mentioned her subtle fall while effortlessly managing dance moves on those breakneck heels. I’m surprised she didn’t pass out from the lack of air at such a high elevation. She must have been trying very hard to be seen over all of the other guest stars in the show because there were plenty during the flashback to the past reflecting Halftime shows over the last 50 years.

The whole show really lacked a theme, and was more of a casserole of music and colors with a sappy ending, having the entire half of a stadium hold up signs reading “Believe in love.” The message was nice but really had nothing to do with the halftime show at all, unless I completely misinterpreted the meaning of Uptown Funk.

Honestly, I can’t complain because they didn’t bring Katy Perry back, and they gave us a Beyonce/Bruno Mars mashup that I will definitely be looking for on Spotify. For all that combined I can look the other way and forget about Coldplay.