|LADY GAGA IN A SCENE FROM G.U.Y. |
Which you probably haven't seen because it was a widely ignored eleven-minute disaster.
I am absolutely thrilled to report that Gaga's career is dying, if not already dead. I have it on good authority, that being this epic savaging right here. Whether you're a Gaga fan or you have good taste, you MUST read this article, an analysis piece to end all analysis pieces, by writer and former Gaga fan Kat George. In it, George chronicles the slow and agonizing demise of Gaga's career, noting that "she released her 11-minute, 46-second epic Artpop Film for the track G.U.Y. and almost no one gave a shit." (Case in point: I did not even realize than Gaga released an 11-minute epic Artpop film or I would have mocked the ever-loving bejeezus out of it.)
I agree with every word of this verbal rogering, except for the part where she says Gaga was once a brilliant artist. I must have missed that part; for my money, Gaga has always been a boring, baying, supremely annoying try-hard. But the R Kelly decision? Performing "Do What You Want With My Body" with an alleged sexual predator? That was the pinnacle — or is it the nadir? I can never remember, but either way, it was the death blow and pretty much the worst decision of her career. Which, in a career that spans having your backup dancers barf on you and posting pictures of your pallid monster body soaking in brine, is saying something.
And so it is with zero regret and a good deal of champagne that I say "Goodbye and good goddam riddance, Gaga." Now, if only Kat George would have a go at Miley ...