She's done it again.
Mixin' hot bits and bites from Kill Bill, Thelma and Louise and grunge-meets-glamazon all-female prison sequences in "Telephone". The device has never, nor will ever look so nuts and sexy on any head but Gaga's.
This jarring, campy, seductive ride into madness is almost too good to be true. Like the moment when Beyonce becomes "mama" to Gaga, scolding her in the car and offering her a bite of her bar. Priceless.
Or dead-bar-full-of-bodies dance scenes with the star spangled banner painted on a crotch, not to mention killer silver boots. It makes me want Gaga to "serve me" up a sandwich.
I love that these ladies drive the pussywagon.
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