By the time I finished watching Framing Britney Spears, I felt like I’d been told off.
The medium is the message, so they say, and the message this documentary neatly sends, via archive footage of Britney being hounded by paparazzi, objectified in interviews, and put to work regardless of her mental state, is that our own voracious consumption of her life and misfortunes is partly to blame for what has happened to her. I feel ashamed of myself, and so, probably, should you.
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