I’m of the opinion that Gaga did herself a disservice by incorporating all of those cool drones into the beginning of her performance. They looked like fireworks, they took the shape of the American Flag, they were a stunning sight! I felt distinctly cheated the moment the drones took their leave and we had to focus on the actual show again. Don’t get me wrong, Gaga WORKS when she is asked to perform. She offers up her heart and soul and it is always evident. But despite her hustle, I felt the performance was anticlimactic. Typically her voice is so extraordinary that I can listen to her sing most anything but the way she did her mash-up last night, all of her songs felt like the same song with slight variations. And then her costumes left me wanting. Clearly, in my view, this is where the mortal sin occurred.
The Versace she opened with was definitely my favorite (I can envision a moment in time where Britney Spears, Mariah Carey and I all converge on the last of this pair of boots and have to wrestle it out. Be warned, ladies, that I am prepared to fight a legion of marauders to secure these. Sharpen thy nails.) But the body-suit was not that different than what we’ve seen her in a hundred times before – something sparkly and sharp shouldered. Zzzzzz.
And then the spiky golden bolero. When you are renowned for having donned a meat dress, this sorta fails to excite. It’s only a hair away from what I would wear in my actual daily life. Then she went and saved the worst for last:
This particular ensemble inspired this thoughtful commentary from a friend’s 5 year old: Daddy, why is she wearing a Chinese food container? From the mouth of babes! I will say, though, that her face looks GREAT here and for that I applaud. But in the end I guess I wanted some really fun moment – something playful and unpolitical kinda like the Beyonce/Bruno Mars dance-off from last year’s show. Instead I walked away talking about the drones.