The name Cher is instantly recognizable all over the world, regardless of your age or taste in music.

Given her iconic status, you would think that a Broadway musical written about Cher’s life would be nothing short of professional and showstopping.

Well, it’s a good thing that Cher herself wasn’t at the Brooks Center this past Sunday because she would have called in all of her legal counsel in hopes of getting this show canceled.

The opening number was full of out-of-synch dancers — who might as well have been replaced by our Clemson Rally Cats — and an understudy who spoke in an accent that sounded like someone with no professional training who was attempting to make fun of Cher’s iconic accent.

The comedy was the show’s one redeeming quality, with jokes about Cher’s exciting nature and Sonny’s height or lack thereof. I was thrilled when the curtains closed but then immediately disappointed when I remembered it was just the intermission.

My mother has always loved Cher and her music, and I have listened to her all of my life. I have always admired her willingness to speak her mind, which gives me the confidence to let you all know that I feel terrible for those who paid $60 for a ticket to this show.

To satisfy your Cher performance needs, I suggest that you listen to her albums at home because “I Got You Babe.”