BELIEVE me, I wanted to love Britney.
This princess of pop is behind some of this generation’s most iconic moments of pop perfection – Hit Me Baby One More Time, Oops I Did it Again and Slave 4 U to name a few – but her crown has since slipped.
For this was a Femme Fatale tour that was fatally flawed.
Most of her hits were there – Womaniser, Boys, Piece of Me, Toxic – but she appeared to lip-synch through them, badly.
There were odd moments in which her microphone seemed to be turned on: for ballad Don’t Let Me Be The Last to Know and her brief hellos to the crowd.
But on the whole this was a show devoid of sparkle, energy or enthusiasm.
Even sections which hinted at excitement, such as Britters handcuffing an audience member to a pole and fans being asked on stage for a dance, were watered down by the star’s lacklustre and lethargic dancing.
Recently I’ve seen many of Britney’s contemporaries – Lady Gaga, Rihanna, Katy Perry and Pink – and every one of them blows her out of the water.
The staging and lighting were decent enough, but her outfits looked ill-fitting and dated.
She was brought on stage in a Pharaoh-style boat for Gimme More. I hoped she’d leap into action, but again the vocals lacked panache.
This cocktail of catastrophes led to a uninspired audience, the majority of whom stayed in their seats for the duration.
I’m sure for hardcore Britney fans, it was a delight to see their idol in the flesh, but was £55 for 80 minutes of someone who is a pale imitation of her videos really worth it?
Quite frankly it appeared as if Britney didn’t want to be there, and by the end of it neither did I.