Throughout, the dancer turned singer busts out some "Papa Don’t Preach" footwork, "Vogue"-style shoulder rolls, and gravity-defying moves reminiscent of Michael Jackson.
The film is beautifully shot, art-directed, and costumed, with shades of “Vogue,” “Die Another Day,” and more evident throughout.
Is that Katniss Everdeen perched on that craggy peak, or is it Conan the Barbarian?
It’s really all about those lenses, through which you’re left dying to peer.
The song’s message is certainly one that the world’s youth needs to hear now more than ever.
If this isn’t the definition of “peak Gaga,” then I don’t know what is.
Jennie Livingston’s preference for feeling over exoticism secures an ultimately hopeful study of the search for personal wholeness.
Hardly a drag. Fifteen years later, Paris still burns with life.