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  • Lolahol Finally Surrenders Full-Stop to Emulating Her Mother, “Spelling” Us With An Updated Take on the “Frozen” Video

    Lolahol Finally Surrenders Full-Stop to Emulating Her Mother, “Spelling” Us With An Updated Take on the “Frozen” Video

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    The first introduction to Lourdes Leon a.k.a. Lolahol as a singer was 2022’s “Lock&Key.” More to the point, that introduction revealed Lolahol’s unexpected preference for one, Lady Gaga (via incorporating a very specific Gaga quote into the lyrics). The other pop star often cited as being rebellious, unafraid to push boundaries and a constant LGBTQIA+ ally. Needless to say, Madonna was all of these things decades before Lady Gaga came ‘round to continue the “trend.” And yes, it could be said that Madonna did make all of those things “trendy,” during a time when everything she stood for was branded as terminally taboo or, quite simply, uncool. Even her children took a while to come around to her music, with Madonna citing on more than one occasion that they didn’t really like it. Or would simply tell her when a song she was making rubbed them the wrong way. 

    However, one song that only the most heartless of fools would try to deride as anything less than extraordinary is Madonna’s 1998 track, “Frozen.” And, boldly enough, it served as the first single from Ray of Light. For not every pop star would be so willing to set the tone for a record with something as “moody” (a.k.a. not Top 40 radio-friendly) as this. But then, Madonna had never done anything by the book before that point, either. In choosing to “update” this video for her new song, “Spelling” (a witchy reference, not a language arts one), Lourdes Leon invites further automatic comparisons to her mother (so much for wanting to stand apart as one’s own artist). And, in that spirit, the “Frozen” video, directed by Chris Cunningham, must be mentioned before even bothering to unpack the visuals of “Spelling.” 

    Opening on the cracked ground of the Mojave Desert (“Can’t take the heat in a desert dream,” Lolahol sings at one point), “Frozen” is quick to show us a witchy, Elvira-like Madonna suspended in mid-air as she tells us, “You only see what your eyes want to see/How can life be what you want it to be?/You’re frozen.” These lyrics, of course, are leaps and bounds above Lolahol’s patchier offerings on “Spelling,” including, “You stay in the water/Remind you/Followin’ in black, whatever/Cyclical, bicycle, oh, yeah.” In a way, it comes off trying to sound like a “classier” version of Nicki Minaj rapping, “Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle/Come true yo, get you this type of blow/If you wanna menage I got a tricycle.” Apart from that, it’s obviously just Lolahol grasping at straws for a word that pairs well with “cyclical.” And yes, that’s what “Spelling” is, one supposes. Proof that, as Madonna says on “Extreme Occident,” “Life is a circle.” 

    That seems to be why, just three days before her twenty-seventh birthday (with “Spelling” released on October 11th), Leon says goodbye to twenty-six (the age Madonna was when she rose to meteoric fame with “Like A Virgin,” complete with that iconic MTV VMAs performance) by saying hello to her inner Madonna. Something she appeared to have been fighting for a while in her bid to become “her own person.” Yet perhaps the wisest thing she could have done is realize that trying to run away from a juggernaut like Madonna is impossible. Especially when she’s your mother. Plus, Leon is no stranger to “Frozen,” aware of its every sonic nuances after making a dramatic choreographed video to accompany Madonna’s live performance of the song during the Madame X Tour. Shot in black and white, the video’s presentation makes it so that Lourdes is larger than life behind Madonna, holding her literally in the palms of her hands at the beginning. Superimposed over one another throughout, this moment on the tour was consistently singled out as a highlight by many critics. And when Madonna sings, “Give yourself to me,” it has an eerie effect, as though she’s asking Lourdes to be “hers” for all of eternity. 

    In effect, that’s what a child is (read: property) to a parent in general. Unless, like Madonna, you suffer the blow of losing your mother too soon. As many know by now, Madonna was just five when her mother, Madonna Sr., died of breast cancer, creating an emotional void in the singer’s life that she would seek to fulfill until the birth of Lourdes in 1996. And yes, her name does refer to being something of a miracle to Madonna, who perhaps never thought she would find a love so fulfilling. Enter the cheesy headline that some magazine (in this case, Vanity Fair) was bound to use right after Lourdes’ birth: “Madonna and Child.” This was a far cry from a 1991 Vanity Fair cover story on Madonna called “The Misfit.” In it, Madonna mentions a palm reader who came to a New Year’s Eve party at her house on that last day of 1990. According to M, “She looked at my palm and she said I’m never going to have any children.” So much for being prophetic. And yet, knowing Madonna, she probably set out to have as many children as possible after hearing a fortune teller insist that she wouldn’t. For Madonna’s entire drive in life has been to prove people wrong when they tell her she “can’t” do something. 

    This can be attributed to her oppressive patriarch, Tony Ciccone, who gave his eldest daughter a strict Catholic upbringing. One that, without the gentleness of a mother, likely seemed particularly stifling. As Madonna said, “When you grow up without a mother… you are on a mad search for love. Unconditional love.” Madonna’s comments on mothering (long before the overused “mother is mothering” phrase came along) also stood out in Truth or Dare, during which she discusses her maternal feelings toward her dancers, noting, “I think I have unconsciously chosen people that are emotionally crippled in some way. Or who need mothering in some way. Because I think it comes real natural to me. It fulfills a need in me to be mothered.” That more than slight tinge of non-altrusim in Madonna’s motives for wanting to “nurture” would come across in later interviews after she had Lourdes. 

    For instance, in a 2003 interview with Megan Mullally called “Madonna Speaks,” she once again mentions how the birth of her daughter was the beginning of her losing her sense of narcissism (timed to coincide with her study of Kabbalah). She adds antithetically to that declaration, “My children help me see myself… I see my daughter being, you know, reacting to things and I get kind of anxiety-ridden watching her do it and I go, ‘My god, that’s me.’ It’s kind of like a mirror thing that happens… ‘cause your children really are mirrors of you, they’re sparks of your soul. And when you learn to embrace your children for all of their shortcomings, in a way, you’re doing that to yourself.”

    Phrased like that, Madonna comes across as one of those parents who definitely relishes having children for the benefit of making a “carbon copy” of oneself. This only adding to Madonna’s legacy—one that assures she will live on long after she’s left this Earth. Not just through her work, but through her children. After all, Madonna has called them her greatest work of art (more property allusions), not any of the music or other media she’s put out into the world. And Lolahol’s tribute to Madonna and “Frozen” builds on that secured legacy. 

    In the post that accompanied Lolahol’s announcement of the video’s release, she wrote, “This piece is very special. It’s an homage to my mother’s timeless piece of art ‘Frozen’ [obviously]. That piece has come up countless times in my life, connecting the two of us. I would be nothing without the woman who brought me into the world. I revere her, and hope that this translates.” This feels like a far cry from previous, less than reverent statements Lourdes has made about Mama Madonna. But maybe with age comes wisdom. Or a “softening.” That’s what happened to Madonna much later in life, circa forty, with Ray of Light marking her complete transition into “Ethereal Girl” in lieu of “Material Girl.”

    Claire Farin, the director of “Spelling,” seeks to bring the same hard edge to that softening that reveals itself in the “Frozen” video (swapping out the desert in favor of a quintessentially creepy woods setting). Which is why her interpretation of the latter echoes something more tantamount to Chilling Adventures of Sabrina meets the witchy scenes in Lana Del Rey’s “Chemtrails Over the Country Club” video. After all, this is still a Gen Z project. Or “piece,” as Leon kept repeating. Such deliberate use of that word also calls attention to her “weird art kid” status. That same phrase being used by a Madonna fan after seeing the Madame X Tour. Madonna then promptly reposted the comment in her story. And yes, of late, Madonna is being re-evaluated as someone who has always been more “pure artist” than pop star. At least, this is the approach Mary Gabriel takes in the latest biography about the star, called Madonna: A Rebel Life. And maybe Leon finally saw some of that rebellion as being worthy of deference. 

    Even if her single cover smacks more of Evanescence’s Fallen than it does Madonna’s “Frozen.” The point is, Leon is trying. To “do homage,” that is. She even nods more subtly to another video of Madonna’s, “Die Another Day,” by wrapping black bands around her arms, tefillin-style. Another American Life-era track that seems to have an influence is “I’m So Stupid,” with Lolahol singing, “Everybody’s looking for something” in the same tone as Madonna when she declares, “Everybody’s lookin’ for somethin’/Everybody’s stupid, stupid.” Lolahol instead accuses herself of stupidity by remarking, “I was stupid and it doesn’t work like that.” Whether she meant to reference “I’m So Stupid” or not, it’s clear Leon has been paying more attention to her mother’s work (even if only through osmosis) than she might have previously let on. 

    Though she’s vague about the “it” in “doesn’t work like that,” maybe what Lolahol is referring to pertains to the presumed ease with which she could kick start her own career by sheer virtue of being Madonna’s daughter. To that point, Madonna said of Lourdes in 2019, “She doesn’t have the same drive [as me]—and again, I feel social media plagues her and makes her feel like: ‘People are going to give me things because I’m [Madonna’s] daughter.’ I try to give her examples of other children of celebrities who have to work through that ‘Oh yeah, you’re the daughter of…’ and then eventually you are taken seriously for what you do.”

    This seems to be gradually happening to Lourdes. But it might actually be a detriment to call further attention to her nepo baby status by emulating such an iconic visual of her mother’s (as we also saw in the video for Go’s “Cuntradiction”). At the same time, if anyone “deserves” to emulate, who else but Lourdes ought to? (But don’t try telling that to a drag queen.) It’s something she’s been doing since at least 2009 (or 2003, if you count her cameo during the Britney/Xtina performance of “Like A Virgin”), when she appeared in Madonna’s “Celebration” video dressed in M’s “Like A Virgin” regalia, complete with wedding dress and “Boy Toy” belt. At the time, she was just shy of turning thirteen. In the years since, Leon has proven to be a quick study in the ways of her mother, even going to the same university Madonna dropped out of (University of Michigan) before herself “dropping out” to transfer to SUNY Purchase. Pursuing the same love of dance that Madonna possessed when she went to college (indeed, there are moments during the aforementioned Madame X Tour performance of “Frozen” where Lourdes becomes U of M-era Madonna), Leon has been quoted as saying of dance: “You’re using your body to define the space around you—to change it. That’s a very naked form of expression.”

    Nakedness becomes more literal in “Spelling,” with Leon opting to differentiate her version of “Frozen” from Madonna’s by entering into a body of water wearing only her birthday suit. As though baptizing herself a fully-formed star. Something Madonna also did by choosing to move to New York and reinvent herself for the very first time. Having schooled both Lourdes and several generations of women on not being ashamed of nudity (see: Madonna declaring, “I’m not ashamed” when her pre-fame nude photos were leaked to Playboy and Penthouse), Lourdes pointedly chooses to “sex up” this “Frozen” homage with one of her mother’s tried-and-true shock value staples. Except that, as a direct result of Madonna, women who are comfortable with their sexuality are no longer even half as shocking. 

    In 2019, Madonna gave an interview to iHeartRadio, during which she was asked if she thought any of her children would follow in her footsteps. She replied, “Following in my footsteps? I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” Yet it seems as though, suddenly, Lourdes wants to do something like that, or as close to it as someone from Gen Z (bordering dangerously on millennial) can get to imitating Madonna. With imitation still being, so they insist, the sincerest form of flattery. Not, instead, the greatest sign that there is nothing original left to do or say.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Ticket to Paradise Commingles Father of the Bride and Mamma Mia! Elements for Its Rom-Com Escapism

    Ticket to Paradise Commingles Father of the Bride and Mamma Mia! Elements for Its Rom-Com Escapism

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    Despite being a rather generic title, there have only been four previous films (documented in the database, at least) with the title of Ticket to Paradise. In 1936, it was a movie centered on that tried-and-true trope of the lead character getting amnesia. Except, rather than being a comedy, like, say, Desperately Seeking Susan, it was rendered a drama in the hands of Nathanael West (who Eve Babitz was right to talk shit about for making his money off California while simultaneously deriding it—which also smacks of Joan Didion, but anyway…). The second was a 1961 “romance” feature set against the backdrop of an Italian resort (fake, to be sure, and called “Palmos”). Then there was a 2008 documentary of the same name that tells the “touching, tragic and at times humorous tale of strong, decisive women who see themselves as entrepreneurs in a globalized world rather than victims of poverty and prostitution.” Following that, there was 2011’s Ticket to Paradise, with still another less than paradisiacal premise: “A teenage girl running away from her father’s sexual harassment meets a young rocker who has escaped to Havana with his misfit group of friends.”

    Which brings us, at last, to 2022’s Ticket to Paradise. At a time when the premise to such a title should present a plot even more deliberately and antithetically bleak than ever, Ol Parker’s addition to the pile is unabashedly “jubilant.” Or outright schmaltzy for those who do not have the stomach for rom-coms. And yet, there is no denying that, even after all these years, Julia Roberts remains the queen of the genre, proving yet again that she has the ever-dwindling-in-subsequent-generations “it” factor. That ability to shine and outshine any clunky dialogue or ingenue of a co-star. In this case, that would be Kaitlyn Dever, not George Clooney. Roberts, who turns fifty-five at the end of October, is also surprisingly age-appropriate for sixty-one-year-old Clooney, who usually favors larger age differences with his romantic counterparts, including his own real-life one, forty-four-year-old Amal Clooney.

    In any event, male writer-directors apparently still know what women want more than they do, as Parker and co-screenwriter Daniel Pipski take us on a journey with freshly-graduated Lily Cotton (Dever) and her best friend, Wren Butler (Billie Lourd)—who embodies the one-dimensional cliché that is the drunk hot mess to counteract Lily’s “good girl who studies hard” persona. So hard, in fact, that she’s already secured a job at a law firm in Chicago. Which just leaves one more summer of frivolity for her to sow her oats as she embarks upon a vacation with Wren to Bali. A place that Julia Roberts must secretly have in her boiler-plate contract as part of what will sell her on participating in a movie (see also: Eat Pray Love)—even if filming was actually done in Australia… close enough, to the untrained eye of the hoi polloi.

    But before that jaunt, we’re given a glimpse into the combative dynamic between Lily’s parents, David (Clooney) and Georgia (Roberts), who have been divorced for roughly twenty years. Having made it through only five years of marriage, they’ve done their best to sidestep each other without getting Lily caught in the crossfire—but, obviously, she does. Yet another reason to advocate for “harmonious co-parenting” (a term that sounds a lot like “conscious uncoupling”). Lest the venomous parents damage their precious spawn’s psyche. Which is a real shame as it’s theoretically and literally the only thing they have to show for their bitter years of marriage. In any case, after being left no choice but to sit next to each other at Lily’s graduation, it’s clear their so-called contempt for one another is just a new variation on that old Hepburn/Tracy theme: the “vicious” banter that ultimately unveils itself to be a product of love. For one can’t be that passionate about someone if there’s no love in the mix—hence, that old chestnut: there’s a fine line between love and hate.

    Something David and Georgia are about to be taught in a big way after foolishly believing they won’t have to see each other for a very long time a.k.a. until Lily’s next major life event. Which, yes, would technically be marriage. It’s just that neither parent imagined it to be happening so soon. But, little do they know, their fates are in the hands of the same man who brought us Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again. Which is why we must control our vomit reflexes when Lily and Wren are rescued by a handsome seaweed farmer named Gede (Maxime Bouttier), who just so happens to pass by their totally deserted part of the water after being abandoned by their tourist boat in the midst of taking a swim. Further suspension of disbelief is required when we see Lily having a proverbial “love at first sight” moment, laying it on real thick as she stares in a trance at Gede, who lifts her up first onto the boat. From that day and night onward (after quickly “consummating” things), Lily is struck with the epiphany that her whole life has been a lie, and that all the things she’s been pursuing—namely, being a lawyer—are merely by-products of wanting to please her parents. But no more, Gede has shown her the light (read: his dick), and she’s never going to go back into the darkness again. Of course, she could have simply just watched the “Don’t Be A Lawyer” song from Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and learned the same lesson. The same goes for Annie Banks (Kimberly Williams) in the 1991 version of Father of the Bride, except with being an architect.

    Incidentally, that’s what David’s métier is in Ticket to Paradise, but the connection to Father of the Bride is far more pronounced than that mere nuance, with Parker’s movie also playing up the Father of the Bride-level disapproval and sabotage-by-subterfuge element. Except, unlike George Banks (Steve Martin), David has the overwhelming support of his (ex-)wife in the endeavor. A woman, who just like George, feels that Lily is making the worst mistake of her life. In fact, the very same mistake she made when she chose David over going to Los Angeles to work in an art gallery (which she presently does, owns one in her own name, as a matter of fact) after graduating from college.

    So yes, one might find that Ticket to Paradise is actually a better update to the Steve Martin edition of Father of the Bride than whatever that trash heap Andy Garcia was trying to peddle earlier this year (let’s just say that some erstwhile Ocean’s 11 cast members haven’t been faring as well as others). And, in many ways, Bryan (George Newbern) in Father of the Bride is the Gede of Ticket to Paradise, trying to level with George by admitting to him when they first meet, “You know, driving down here, I tried to put myself in your place. Your daughter comes home after spending four months in Rome, and I’m sure you couldn’t wait to see her, and she shocks you with the news that she’s getting married.” In response, George, just as David and Georgia, tries to present himself as cool, aloof and otherwise “totally fine” with the swift courting period and impending nuptials, but behind the scenes, he’s trying to dig up any dirt he can on Bryan and his family. The Cottons (specifically, Georgia) will, instead, decide to hide the rings necessary to perform a sacred and traditional ring ceremony before the actual wedding, thereby inciting major “bad omen” vibes. Even George Banks wouldn’t stoop that low.

    But honestly, that’s about the worst thing the Cottons try to attempt. Everything else is just foreplay between David and Georgia, who is technically spoken for by her younger boy toy, Paul (Lucas Bravo, seemingly omnipresent these days). And while dating a younger man is meant to make an “older” woman feel younger, it seems Georgia is having a crisis of faith about her age… and the looks associated with that age (at one point, she tells David, “Maybe I’m too old to feel young”). Especially after being told by one of Gede’s family members that she looks like a very beautiful horse (a compliment that feels as though it should have been reserved for Sarah Jessica Parker).

    Nonetheless, she still certainly gets the job done for David, who gives her “compliments” about how she’s still in her prime. And yet, even if she weren’t, Georgia has been given the benefit of forever being seen in his eyes as someone young, for that’s what she looked like when they first met—the moment a person gets frozen in time by their lover’s gaze. Unless, of course, you’re Fred Mertz glancing at Ethel.

    David’s long-standing devotion to Georgia comes through in small details (as it does for her—for instance, why has she never gone back to her maiden name?), like the fact that he’s been single for most of his post-Georgia life. Or when he tells Wren, who joins him late one night at the hotel bar (in a moment that might go a very different, far more perverse way if this were another type of movie), that his relationship ended for the same reason that all relationships do: “At first it felt unreal, and then it got real.” In other words, they didn’t work hard enough to bring back the “fantasy flair” of the honeymoon period now and again.

    Which is why being in Bali—a proverbial “fantasy land”—together starts to stoke the old flames. Particularly after they challenge Gede to a game of beer pong… using the strong moonshine-esque alcohol Gede says is a customary drink as a substitute for beer. Lily, meanwhile, finds it hard to watch her parents slip so easily and shamelessly into their past, acting like college kids once Wren instructs the DJ to put on something more “age-appropriate” (this, naturally, means C+C Music Factory’s “Gonna Make You Sweat [Everybody Dance Now]” and House of Pain’s “Jump Around”). As they dance and revel in their triumph over Gede, who is about to yak from having to drink so much, one thing especially marked about the scene is how it pits the true grit of older generations (this includes Gen X now) against dainty and hyper-sensitive Gen Z.

    And Lily turns out to be expectedly sensitive indeed when she invariably discovers the missing (read: stolen) rings in her mother’s bag (Roberts being no stranger to playing a wedding saboteur; see: My Best Friend’s Wedding). This occurs after they get marooned on a remote part of the island without Gede’s boat (which David didn’t tie securely, so it drifted away). Lily lets loose under the circumstances by accusing them of being just like every other parent, trying to correct their “mistakes” through her. After which she traipses off in a huff. To this point, Ticket to Paradise is very much a “parents’ movie,” with mothers and fathers alike surely prompted to blush over resonant lines about how a parent will so often do anything for their child except let them be themselves, make their own choices.

    So maybe, even more than Bali, it’s Lily that brings them back together (for Hollywood does so love an exes reuniting story). This is what we already know is bound to happen before even going into the movie. It’s what we expect. Like watching Dahmer, we already know how this is going to end. And yet, in contrast to something of Dahmer’s nature, it’s actually pleasant, frothy escapism rather than the dark form that’s been in fashion of late.

    With a movie poster that shows Roberts glancing lovingly up at Clooney as he looks into the distance perhaps “surrenderingly,” it’s clear there’s something to the idea that an idyllic location can bring out the best in people (except obscenely rich ones; see: White Lotus), and the love they have for one another—buried as it might have been for decades. And sure, some might brand that as “saccharine” or nothing more than “a very thin plot,” but Roberts and Clooney have certainly been in less worthwhile rom-coms before and still carried it off (for Roberts, America’s Sweethearts, and for Clooney, Intolerable Cruelty, centered on a similar premise [penned by the Coen brothers, among others] in terms of divorced exes “hating” each other).

    That’s the unique gift of their “breed,” their star caliber. Part of the last of Nouveau Golden Age Hollywood (the 90s) when it was far easier to sell an audience on whimsy and romance without trying to put a coat of “realness” on it (as a movie like Meet Cute recently attempted). For, in the present, the veil has been totally lifted on how unrealistic such portrayals are. Yet somehow, we still want to believe in the unapologetically straightforward rom-com that Roberts and Clooney remain capable of delivering.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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