Let’s just get it out of the way right up front: yes, Miley Cyrus slapped a twerking little person’s butt as she sang into a banana-shaped microphone while wearing a see-through white top and what looked like black masking tape pasties as diminutive dancers dressed as mushrooms, flowers and rainbows gyrated woozily like drunk Super Mario Brothers characters in a display of knowing kitsch or winking satire or unintentional career self-immolation that was simultaneously child-like and carnal, like an episode of “Sesame Street” directed by Paul Verhoeven.
