In cannibalizing her disco diva days, Madonna runs the risk of turning into a pasty powdered crumpet like the aging Bette Davis in "What Ever Happened to Baby Jane?" Will she become a whooping Charo shaking her geriatric hoochie-coochie hips on TV talk shows? Or should we expect a sudden, grisly collapse from glowing beauty to dust, like Ursula Andress as the 2000-year-old femme fatale in "She"? Too hungry to connect to the youth market, Madonna goes on childishly using naughty words and flipping the finger (as onstage at Live 8 last summer).
All the more reason to grab the long hook and yank her showboating tail offstage. It's time to find new material, Camille. Your idols are aging, and there's thousands of artists worth the commentary. If "dance albums are sorely in need of a more sophisticated critical vocabulary," then why not start looking into some other work? Forgo your pop sensibilities for once and look for something that has merit merely to the ear.
Umm...who am I talking to?
Sorry about that.
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