No one anywhere saw this coming:
As it happened, Mr. Sheen and Detroit proved to be a disastrous match. The Fox, a lavishly ornamented, carefully restored 5,000-seat show palace evoking a lost golden age of spectacle, is beautiful, but the scene there was ugly, as a boisterous, liquored-up capacity crowd greeted Mr. Sheen with cheers that quickly turned to boos. The show -- a ragged mix of video clips, ear-splitting music, profanity-laced monologues and clumsy attempts to encourage audience participation -- did not so much end as collapse. After a little more than an hour Mr. Sheen turned the stage over to a rapper he said would "wake up" the increasingly belligerent spectators, or maybe calm them down. After a Snoop Dogg video, the house lights went up, and though the headliner briefly returned to trade insults with a mostly empty house, the evening clearly had not gone according to plan. If there ever was a plan...
There were apparently chants of "refund" during the show. I don't know. I think if you paid money to see Charlie Sheen live, you got exactly what you deserved.
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Ta-Nehisi Coates is a national correspondent for The Atlantic, where he writes about culture, politics, and social issues. He is the author of The Beautiful Struggle, Between the World and Me, and We Were Eight Years in Power.