La vida proves to be not so loca after all
The arrangers of Ricky Martin’s follow-up to “Livin’ La Vida Loca” worked with the fevered desperation of men who had been driven to the desert and made to dig their own graves at gunpoint: first with the hooting 180-piece horn section, then the percussion played by a crateful of ADHD-afflicted chimpanzees, and — finally, in a last-ditch effort at the fade — a male chorus as numerous and frenzied as the Red Army Choir let loose in a Cuban whorehouse.
The ingredients of its epic predecessor are all here, but it’s all wrong — and worse still, unintentionally hilarious.
Worst Moment: : “She looks like a flower but stings like a bee/Like every girl in his-to-ry!”
Our Opinion: So wonderfully over the top and camp that it possess an odd charm
