OC has an addiction. Calm down, it's terribly boring: American television in all of its super-caffeinated, overly-enthusiastic, hyper-preened slick.
On Thursday night's Entertainment Tonight, between daily celebrity breakdowns, we caught a teaser that revealed Renée Fleming will be stitched into a bespoke Vera Wang gown for her Sunday Super Bowl XLVIII premiere (rip above).
Wang -- coveted by fastidious brides for her neutral blush-tone, princess cut gowns swathed in layers of taffeta, crepe de chine, organza, satin and tulle -- has kept the dress under wraps, but we're guessing it'll be something like a recent scarlet gown (below) from the Spring 2013 collection worn by Chrissy Teigen at her wedding to John Legend this past Fall, probably in a dark jewel tone -- c’est Fleming.
To open the Broncos vs. the Seahawks brawl, Fleming's been rotated to the top of the list, stomping on pop idols who've opened the Super Bowl at half her age, have many times the celebrity perks, and three-times her metabolism, such as Alicia Keys (2013), Kelly Clarkson (2012), Christina Aguilera (2011), x infinity.
But this time, bulletproof Fleming, who's already performed for presidents and legends (and the 2003 World Series at Yankee Stadium), has to win the hearts and minds of the adorably opera-ignorant, like this dude here below (NSFW strong language warning, drops the F-bomb):
Listen, we're not expecting miracles, like desperately-needed upticks in Met Opera attendance
(where Renée Fleming coincidentally sings Rusalka later this week in four replications, February 4 to 15, and not even opening night has yet sold out), when she grabs the mic this Sunday at the NJ MetLife Stadium to sing 'The Star Spangled Banner' to enchant hundreds of millions under the New Jersey Symphony Orchestra (which just announced its 2014-15 season) mixed with a choir. But we're going to hitch onto the prevailing theme of an event that comes down to binary terms (us vs. them, winners vs. losers, we are the champions) and say: Team Renée = Team Opera.
The mega-billionaire Super Bowl machine, which plucked unthreatening, accessible Bruno Mars and the declawed-by-middle-age Red Hot Chili Peppers for its halftime show, could have foisted ratings gold crossover stars or Jackie Evancho (who the NFL past-anointed for its Packers vs. Lions Thanksgiving Day game) onto the opera-fearing public who shows no appetite for divas or voices unaltered by autotune and models opera singers on awesomely-outdated caricatures. But they tapped a seasoned opera singer who, you know, actually crawled her way through thorny industry ranks over decades, banked on a career-sustaining slow-burn, learned her craft and adores it, groomed to the last hair, diva-like, minus the hysterics. And in Vera Wang, she'll be dressed for a killing.