Lady Gaga ft. Beyonce: Telephone

I take back what I said about million-dollar music videos. Everything about this is spectacular - from the hats to Beyonce's cleavage to the wacko take on product placement. And it's made all the more spectacular because it's all ostensibly in support of an extremely average pop song (aka "a Lady Gaga song," but that is a whole 'nother post that probably will never get written). Gaga and what's-his-name basically reject the knackered music video format and decide to make some lowbrow art response to the king of color-saturated, pop-referential female vengeance - Quentin Tarantino. And how well they succeed is pretty unpredictable. That's not unpredictable meaning variable or inconstant; that's unpredictable meaning unforeseen or how the fuck could I ever predict that this wouldn't be a clunky and pretentious shitpile. Somehow, Gaga and Jonas Åkerlund (I googled his name this time) fully capture QT's ability to make something ridiculous, digestible, and blithely compelling.

To be continued? I sure hope so.**

**You see what I did there? At the end of the video they write, "To be continued..." I thought the video was so well-made that I hope they make a couple more like it. I've also noticed that good writers like to end with something snappy. Voilà.