Snoop Dogg is the highlight here and that’s not a weed pun. In a Halftime Show full of stilted performances; Mary J Blige, who isn’t a protégé of Dr Dre and shouldn’t have been included, goes way over the top; he easily comes across as the most authentic and likeable. Watching him Crip walk to California Love, you’d think he was entertaining guests at a backyard barbeque; not on stage in front of the biggest viewing audience in America.
50 Cent is comparatively stiff, but he at least has sexy groupies In Da Club with him. The logic of giving three fat chicks a stage to themselves is lost on me. Not that the show, which is a bit of a mess, makes a lot of sense in the first place. Eminem is big enough to headline The Super Bowl on his own. His appearance here to perform his most obvious hit comes across as both anticlimactic and corny. Still he’s not as annoying as Kendrick Lamar. Few rappers are.
my rating : 2 of 5
“If you gon do it,” Puff says in regard to Mary J Blige talking to him about making a sequel to her My Life album, “You know you gotta come with it, girl.” He should know. He produced it. But that was back in 1994 and a lot has changed since then. It’s been seventeen years and Mary J Blige isn’t the “girl” she used to be.
That fact, of course, has little to do with this album, which, like part 1, revolves almost exclusively around “love”. Perhaps they should be titled My Love Life because even the most obsessive romantic has other things going on in life, especially if they happen to be one rich and famous enough to befriend Beyoncé.
Their duet, which teaches men how to Love A Woman, is a gag, but it goes down easier than the Chaka Khan cover. The music, provided by the hip-hop producers of the day; Diddy only talks on the Intro; sounds fresh enough. I’ll leave whether or not this sequel compares to the “classic” original up to the fans.
my rating : 3 of 5