There's no getting around it. Every year, those of us who don't even like football (and also aren't terribly interested in watching commercials, even if they are expensive) will still tune into the Superbowl, just like everybody else in America, because of the halftime show. Even this year, with the Bruno Mars/Red Hot Chili Peppers combination -- which was clearly going to be pretty fucking weird from the get-go -- we still tuned in. So was that nearly three hours of football and fancy ads worth it for the 12 minutes of music? Um. Meh. Kind of.