Pretty Damn Nasty
I cannot understand what the fascination with Britney Spears is. Sure, she is a corporate-generated bimbo with an innovative, customizable rack, but an old saying about advertising and commercials on television is poignant:
If people ignore it long enough, it goes away on it's own.
Lose the fascination and move on with your life, and Britney Spears (perhaps even her blindly-devoted cadre of fans) will ultimately vanish into obscurity where they rightfully belong. Remember the old woman with the phrase, "Where's the Beef?" Eventually, she died off. "All Your Base?" Distant memory. "Wassup?" Something that wrongfully interrupted the Superbowl and, for some stupid reason, managed to make fun of images from Final Fantasy VIII.
Back to the game review (if one can call it a game), it ultimately sucks major ass. You cannot do anything to improve upon Britney's face, the image is badly pixelated, and all the options transform her into one of four screaming lunatics. It did spook me the first time it occurred. She happens to sing a little better than their screaming. The whole joke is lame and a further testament to Drugfilms' overall poor quality. And Britney's poor quality.