Certainly there were some in the soldout crowd at Soldier Field Friday night who did not fall victim to the shrewd and silky charms of Madonna; this was not the sort of cathartic concert experience many had expected.
But it was good, extremely good at its best, and there is no denying the many charms and seemingly limitless energy of this young lady. The term blond bombshell, hoary as it is now, could be dusted off and firmly applied to Madonna, for rarely has a "blond" proved as explosive as she did Friday night.
Madonna does and so her show was an extravagance of high-tech and theatrical embellishment. Occasionally this made the events on stage seem as if they had been lifted directly from a Las Vegas showroom; didn't we see that gangster shoot-'em-up during "White Heat" in the Seigfried and Roy show? Occasionally this made events almost silly, as during "Papa Don't Preach," when huge portraits of the Pope and our President were displayed along with a video of almost indecipherable meaning.