“All I see is dollar signs,” sings Rihanna, strutting along a catwalk stretching the length of a football stadium while hundreds of dancers, wearing the skimpiest white ski jackets a designer could envisage, gyrate hurriedly out of her path. Well quite.
Roughly six minutes ago, an American football game was under way (general run of play: whistle, fight, advert). Now one of the world’s biggest pop stars is descending from a vast string of floating platforms resembling a stairway from heaven to blast through a 12-minute medley of monster hits in her first public performance in five years. Frankly, 200 million viewers worldwide are somewhat blinded by the cash too.
