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  • Sabrina Carpenter Does Dress Homage Right—By Not Wearing the Original

    Sabrina Carpenter Does Dress Homage Right—By Not Wearing the Original

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    Despite the numerous reports that, for her red carpet appearance at this year’s MTV VMAs, Sabrina Carpenter wore the original Bob Mackie dress famously showcased by Madonna at the 1991 Oscars (where her ensemble was complemented by a white stole and an almost white Michael Jackson), it was actually an identical sample gown from the Mackie archive. Which is just the first step in how to succeed in the art of “paying respect” to an iconic look without offending. Unlike Kim Kardashian, who remains the “gold standard” for how to decimate the integrity of a dress originally worn by someone far more legendary.

    And we’re not just talking about Marilyn Monroe’s scandalous Jean Louis number (made more scandalous by seductively singing “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” to JFK while wearing it), but also the very Marilyn-inspired gown that Madonna paraded in ’91. Because, yes, Kardashian additionally sought to ruin not only said Mackie dress in AHS: Delicate (by going on about a dress that looks nothing like it to her character’s client, Anna Victoria Alcott [Emma Roberts]), but also the song Madonna performed at that Oscars ceremony, “Sooner or Later” (which won the Academy Award that night in the category of Best Original Song). This by repeatedly singing it with Anna as the two look at themselves in the mirror and fantasize about Anna’s eventual big Oscar win.

    As for Marilyn being patently more “icon” than Kim, Madonna, too, is more legendary and influential than Carpenter ever will be. Even if the duo has occasionally been aesthetically compared to one another—with Madonna’s “curtain bangs” look at the LadyLand 2024 event for NYC Pride getting her linked to Carpenter more than the other way around. And yet, the VMAs is hardly the first time that Carpenter has paid tribute (sartorial or otherwise) to the Queen of Pop. For she also stepped out earlier this year (at Vogue World in Paris) in another dress that Madonna wore for the purposes of gracing Glamour’s cover in December of 1990. Specifically, a Michael Kors (that’s right, Madonna “High Fashion” Ciccone once deigned to wear Kors) beaded rhinestone slip dress.

    Indeed, it seems that Carpenter has a certain fondness for M’s early 90s (but pre-Erotica) fashion era. Perhaps because M herself was heavily embodying the look of Marilyn Monroe at that time (again, without fucking up one of the icon’s dresses like the abovementioned Kardashian did). And yes, obviously Carpenter is tapping into both women for her “effortless pastiche” purposes (something that also extended to emulating Britney Spears while she performed a medley at the 2024 VMAs).

    However, Carpenter was also deft in her tribute because for two key reasons: 1) she didn’t try to exactly replicate it with the same jewelry, pearl-studded handbag, fur stole and satin heels and 2) it was sanctioned by none other than the original wearer herself. Even if, like Blake Lively donning Britney’s Versace butterfly dress from 2002, the gown was reportedly acquired through Tab Vintage. According to Carpenter’s stylist, Jared Ellner, “Madonna still has the custom gown Bob Mackie made for her in her archive, but the other sample piece is the [dress] I believe we have.” And, for those wondering how the dress managed to “fit” Carpenter, whose height is notoriously short (“five feet, to be exact”), a closer look at where the gown falls shows it pooling around her ankles, bolstered by extremely high platform heels (in white, of course).

    Though, to be fair, Madonna isn’t much taller, with her average height being cited at around five-foot-three or five-foot-four. Which is precisely why she once said, “I’ve always wanted to be taller. I feel like a shrimp, but that’s the way it goes. I’m five-foot four-and-a-half-inches—that’s actually average. Everything about me is average.” This sentiment, in turn, also prompting her to declare, “My drive in life is from this horrible fear of being mediocre.” To be sure, if Madonna wasn’t a much “bitterer” person than Carpenter, she might have called one of her own albums Short n’ Sweet long before the former Disney star decided to. But no, Madonna’s not really bitter, once quipping during her 1993 The Girlie Show tour, “Life’s too short to be bitter…I’m too short to be bitter!” And besides, how could she be when considering the ongoing, far-reaching influence she still so clearly has on each new generation of pop stars?

    For, yes, despite Carpenter’s inherent Gen Z limitations in terms of having good pop culture taste, she still understands the meaning of Madonna. That much was made apparent when she performed a cover of “Like A Virgin” during several dates on her Emails I Can’t Send Tour. In a June 2024 interview with Rolling Stone, Carpenter would also mention Madonna as an essential lesson for any “Intro to Pop” class she might teach, commenting, “Those were some of the first pop songs I ever heard and they raised me when I was five and helped me find my own version of that. This would be a really long course. I should never teach a course.”

    But, actually, maybe she should. Not only Intro to Pop for the daft Gen Z ilk, but also Intro to How to Properly Pay Tribute in Someone Else’s Iconic Dress. Kardashian really could have used that class before the Met Gala in 2022. Or even before she decided to dress like Madonna at the ’91 Oscars herself for one of her many Halloween costumes in 2017.

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  • Mondo Bullshittio #50: Madonna Not Winning VMAs Most Iconic Performance

    Mondo Bullshittio #50: Madonna Not Winning VMAs Most Iconic Performance

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    In a series called Mondo Bullshittio, let’s talk about some of the most glaring hypocrisies and faux pas in pop culture…and all that it affects.

    In yet another one of many (seemingly infinite) examples in this world of how everything is rigged, the winner of MTV’s so-called “Most Iconic Performance” award—freshly added into the mix this year—was bequeathed to the least deserving nominee: Katy Perry’s “Roar” performance back in 2013. One that, by the way, absolutely no one remembers (and if they say they do, they’re definitely lying). However, considering that Perry was the 2024 recipient of MTV’s “coveted” Video Vanguard Award (decreasingly referred to by its full name: the Michael Jackson Video Vanguard Award), it seems more than a little bit “political” that she should be the one to claim the award for “Most Iconic Performance” when, in fact, what she offered back in 2013 was one of the least iconic performances in VMA history (which also extends to someone like Bryan Adams singing “Do I Have To Say The Words?” in 1992).

    Indeed, of the seven nominees, the performances that people are likely to most immediately recall (even if solely by an image alone) include Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” at the 1984 VMAs, Eminem’s “The Real Slim Shady/The Way I Am” at the 2000 VMAs, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Madonna and Missy Elliott’s “Like A Virgin/Hollywood” at the 2003 VMAs and Beyoncé’s “Love On Top” at the 2011 VMAs. The three other options—Perry doing “Roar,” Lady Gaga doing “Paparazzi” at the 2009 VMAs and Taylor Swift doing “You Belong With Me” at the 2009 VMAs—are hardly memorable at all.

    But one supposes that, of the three least memorable out of those seven, Lady Gaga’s 2009 performance of “Paparazzi” was more “iconic” for how horrible her vocals were (not to mention how retroactively offensive her “disabled” shtick was) and the fact that “the fame” killed her at the end—with the fake blood pouring down her body to prove it as she was suspended in midair for the big finish. With regard to Swift, the only thing that people will ever remember about her appearance at the ’09 VMAs is her illustrious encounter with Kanye West, who incited their now lifelong bad blood by bum-rushing the stage when Swift won the award for Best Female Video, declaring that it was, instead, Beyoncé who had “one of the best videos of all time” (which is definitely not true of “Single Ladies [Put A Ring On It]”).  

    And, if one is really going to try to make the claim that the “Roar” performance is “iconic,” let it be noted that Perry’s boxer costume and the boxing ring backdrop that was set up in front of the Brooklyn Bridge look like a bad knockoff of Madonna’s boxer persona from the Hard Candy era, which she also took on the road for the 2008-2009 Sticky & Sweet Tour. It was on that tour that Madonna incorporated her boxing aesthetic in a major way for the “Die Another Day” video interlude. And yes, it was in a manner far more, let us say, “hardcore” than what Perry offered “live from Empire-Fulton Ferry Park.”

    In any event, the fact that Madonna had two nominations in the Most Iconic Performance category also might have led one to believe the odds were easily stacked in her favor, with both the 1984 and 2003 performances being the pinnacle of iconic. But no, clearly not. Because apparently people think that Perry bopping around in a shitty boxing costume and singing a Black Mirror-level type of “inspirational” song is much worthier for icon status than Madonna changing the fucking game on sexual and ironic performances with “Like A Virgin” or being the first theoretically hetero woman in the mainstream to make lesbianism chic in the twenty-first century (just as she also did in the twentieth with her Sandra Bernhard friendship/Erotica era [among other things]).

    The question of who ought to have won this award should have been utterly undeniable. Thus, to give the “honor” to Perry just proves that not only is everything political, but also that the masses (or maybe just the MTV VMAs in this instance) prefer to reward inferior trash. Because, objectively, there is absolutely no argument in favor of Perry dominating in this category. We’re talking about Madonna in one of the most signature fucking looks not just of her career, but in modern pop culture as we know it. A moment so iconic that it was riffed on again in 2003 for yet another performance that would turn out to be equally iconic in its own way (even in terms of cutting away from the Christina Aguilera beso for the sake of getting Justin Timberlake’s peeved reaction). And this time with Madonna making the then-latest generation of pop princesses into her brides, while she played the big dick energy groom.

    Incidentally, it was less than a year later that Madonna and Perry would pose together for a V Magazine photoshoot (taken by none other than Madonna’s favorite, Steven Klein). Although it was technically meant to “star” both of them, Madonna also stood out as the dominant force among the Bettie Page-inspired images. But at least being styled and photographed by the same people put them on a more level playing field—for when it comes to VMAs performances, there’s no fucking contest. Regardless of the grave error made at the 2024 VMAs.

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • Mondo Bullshittio #50: Madonna Not Winning Most Iconic Performance at the 2024 VMAs

    Mondo Bullshittio #50: Madonna Not Winning Most Iconic Performance at the 2024 VMAs

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    In a series called Mondo Bullshittio, let’s talk about some of the most glaring hypocrisies and faux pas in pop culture…and all that it affects.

    In yet another one of many (seemingly infinite) examples in this world of how everything is rigged, the winner of MTV’s so-called “Most Iconic Performance” award—freshly added into the mix this year—was bequeathed to the least deserving nominee: Katy Perry’s “Roar” performance back in 2013. One that, by the way, absolutely no one remembers (and if they say they do, they’re definitely lying). However, considering that Perry was the 2024 recipient of MTV’s “coveted” Video Vanguard Award (decreasingly referred to by its full name: the Michael Jackson Video Vanguard Award), it seems more than a little bit “political” that she should be the one to claim the award for “Most Iconic Performance” when, in fact, what she offered back in 2013 was one of the least iconic performances in VMA history (which also extends to someone like Bryan Adams singing “Do I Have To Say The Words?” in 1992).

    Indeed, of the seven nominees, the performances that people are likely to most immediately recall (even if solely by an image alone) include Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” at the 1984 VMAs, Eminem’s “The Real Slim Shady/The Way I Am” at the 2000 VMAs, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Madonna and Missy Elliott’s “Like A Virgin/Hollywood” at the 2003 VMAs and Beyoncé’s “Love On Top” at the 2011 VMAs. The three other options—Perry doing “Roar,” Lady Gaga doing “Paparazzi” at the 2009 VMAs and Taylor Swift doing “You Belong With Me” at the 2009 VMAs—are hardly memorable at all.

    But one supposes that, of the three least memorable out of those seven, Lady Gaga’s 2009 performance of “Paparazzi” was more “iconic” than “You Belong With Me” or “Roar” for how horrible her vocals were (not to mention how retroactively offensive her “disabled” shtick was) and the fact that “the fame” killed her at the end—with the fake blood pouring down her body to prove it as she was suspended in midair for the big finish. With regard to Swift, the only thing that people will ever remember about her appearance at the ’09 VMAs is her illustrious encounter with Kanye West, who incited their now lifelong bad blood by bum-rushing the stage when Swift won the award for Best Female Video, declaring that it was, instead, Beyoncé who had “one of the best videos of all time” (which is definitely not true of “Single Ladies [Put A Ring On It]”).  

    And, if one is really going to try to make the claim that the “Roar” performance is “iconic,” let it be noted that Perry’s boxer costume and the boxing ring backdrop that was set up in front of the Brooklyn Bridge look like a bad knockoff of Madonna’s boxer persona from the Hard Candy era, which she also took on the road for the 2008-2009 Sticky & Sweet Tour. It was on that tour that Madonna incorporated her boxing aesthetic in a major way for the “Die Another Day” video interlude. And yes, it was in a manner far more, let us say, “hardcore” than what Perry offered “live from Empire-Fulton Ferry Park.”

    In any event, the fact that Madonna had two nominations in the Most Iconic Performance category also might have led one to believe the odds were easily stacked in her favor, with both the 1984 and 2003 performances being the pinnacle of iconic. But no, clearly not. Because apparently people think that Perry bopping around in a shitty boxing costume and singing a Black Mirror-level type of “inspirational” song is much worthier of icon status than Madonna changing the fucking game on sexual and ironic performances with “Like A Virgin” or being the first (theoretically) hetero woman in the mainstream to make lesbianism chic (thus, normalized) in the twenty-first century (just as she also did in the twentieth with her Sandra Bernhard friendship/Erotica era [among other things]).

    The question of who ought to have won this award should have been utterly undeniable. A proverbial no-brainer. Thus, to give the “honor” to Perry just proves that not only is everything political, but also that the masses (or maybe just the MTV VMAs in this instance) prefer to reward inferior trash. Because, objectively, there is absolutely no argument in favor of Perry dominating in this category. We’re talking about Madonna in one of the most signature fucking looks not just of her career, but in modern pop culture as we know it. A moment so iconic that it was riffed on again in 2003 for yet another performance that would turn out to be equally iconic in its own way (even in terms of cutting away from the Christina Aguilera beso for the sake of getting Justin Timberlake’s peeved reaction). And this time with Madonna making the then-latest generation of pop princesses into her brides, while she played the big dick energy groom.

    Incidentally, it was less than a year later that Madonna and Perry would pose together for a V Magazine photoshoot (taken by none other than Madonna’s favorite photographer, Steven Klein). Although it was technically meant to “star” both of them, Madonna also stood out as the supreme force among the Bettie Page-inspired images of the duo in various S&M-y poses. But at least being styled and photographed by the same people put them on a more level playing field—because when it comes to VMAs performances, there’s no fucking contest. Regardless of the grave error made at the 2024 VMAs deeming Perry the “winner.”

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    Genna Rivieccio

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  • The “About Fucking Time!” Tank Top Is Becoming The New “Jesus Is My Homeboy”/“Mary Is My Homegirl” Shirt

    The “About Fucking Time!” Tank Top Is Becoming The New “Jesus Is My Homeboy”/“Mary Is My Homegirl” Shirt

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    As with most impactful trends, it began with Madonna. Or at least got kickstarted by her (see also: vogueing). More to the point, the pop culture tastemaker spotlighted the “About Fucking Time!” shirt by sporting it at the August 24th birthday party she threw for her twins, Stella and Estere. Soon after, Charli XCX posted a “chest shot” photo of two unidentified people (though it looks like her and Sweat Tour co-star Troye Sivan) wearing the same tank tops with the increasingly familiar phrase. Though, in truth, the t-shirt goes back much further than its current “it” moment, created by one of Madonna’s long-standing besties, Stella McCartney. The latter, in fact, appropriately donned a “prototype” at the 1999 Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremony when her dad (you know, Paul) was finally inducted.

    Not so coincidentally, McCartney was also present at the aforementioned “high-brow, who’s who” of a twelfth birthday party—pictured next to Madonna as the two held a cluster of balloons in each hand. Only Madonna wasn’t wearing the tank top in this image, but rather, saved it for a photo of herself sandwiched in between Stella and Estere. Thus, the shirt often tends to be worn during instances when something has been “long overdue” (like, apparently, Estere and Stella entering their final preteen year). Which also appeared to be the case with Paris Hilton wearing one for her September ’24 Nylon feature, “From Paris With Love.” Because, after all, she thinks it’s “about fucking time” that she released a sophomore album (though there aren’t that many other people who feel quite the same). Her newly unleashed Infinite Icon record being the topic that the majority of the article focuses on.

    And, talking of that particular “2000s icon,” it seems that “About Fucking Time!” is fast becoming the “20s” version of one the 00s’ biggest t-shirt trends: “Jesus Is My Homeboy.” Later, “Mary Is My Homegirl” would also take celebrity closets by storm, reaching a zenith in 2004, when, yes, Madonna was spotted in arguably one of the most 2000s ensembles ever captured by a paparazzo: track pants, trainers, a Von Dutch hat and a “Mary Is My Homegirl” tee.

    Like “About Fucking Time!,” the “Jesus Is My Homeboy” shirt went back much further than when it experienced a sudden uptick in sartorial cachet thanks to a clothing company called Teenage Millionaire (oft touted by the likes of Ashton Kutcher and the abovementioned Hilton)—which once boasted a store on Melrose. But long before that brand cashed in on the design, thanks to Teenage Millionaire’s Doug Williams coming across the original version of the t-shirt (the rest of the stock was lost when the screenprinting shop that the OG creator used was looted during the 1992 Rodney King riots), the story began sometime in 1980s L.A.. Specifically, when a man named Van Zan Frater was mugged and beaten by a bevy of street gang members. According to Frater, one youth’s urging to “kill him, homeboy!” inspired Frater to say, “Jesus is MY homeboy. And he’s your homeboy, and your homeboy.” This, apparently, got them to gradually scatter, leaving a bloodied Frater to recover only briefly before being mugged a second time in about as little as ten minutes (oh certain parts of L.A. in the 80s).

    When the discarded shirt Frater created to commemorate the “event” was unearthed years later (some accounts say in a vintage store, others in a dumpster), Williams and his Teenage Millionaire partner, Chris Hoy, came up with a backstory about the shirt’s “origins,” claiming “they created the ‘Jesus is My Homeboy’ t-shirt while talking one afternoon about [Hoy’s] Irish Roman Catholic upbringing in a largely Latino community in Hollywood.” It didn’t take long for the shirt to absolutely blow up, appearing on the chests of everyone from Britney Spears to her number one celebrity crush, Brad Pitt. Indeed, that shirt practically was the 2000s.

    Cut to twenty years after its cultural peak and now it seems there’s a new shirt with a similar kind of celebrity cachet making the rounds: “About Fucking Time!” And, in keeping with the gentrification of everything, it of course comes from the runway rather than the streets of L.A. What’s more, although McCartney’s shirt has a much less scandalous and fraught backstory, it does speak to “the trend” of the moment—especially in fashion—to make a big performative to-do about preserving the environment. Hence, McCartney’s fashion show during Paris Fashion Week centering around the theme of “Messages from Mother Earth” (in other words, what MARINA already did by writing “Purge the Poison” from Earth’s perspective). Among those messages, “Gaia’s” most ominously exhorting missive is none other than: “it’s about fucking time”—that humans paid her some respect. She is, after all, the source from which we’re all derived and sustained (the double meaning, to be sure, is that humans are running out of time to amend their behavior, which is why everything, as usual is all about [fucking] time).

    To pay her respect, apparently, means buying clothes from Stella McCartney and, as a sidebar, following her lead on “sustainability.” Alas, while McCartney has been a long-standing proponent of environmentalism and animal rights, there is an almost willful naïveté (that can perhaps only come from being born into wealth) in believing that anything about the fashion industry can ever be sustainable (regardless of McCartney touting, “the sequins are plastic-free”—okay, but they’re still sequins that are probably going to end up in some fish’s mouth—and besides that, what else in the collection couldn’t avoid using plastic?).

    Which is why it’s so ironic that someone like Charli XCX, recently tapped to do a campaign with one of fashion’s biggest offenders of fucking up the planet, H&M, and Paris Hilton, down to wear whatever makes her look “hot,” should have the audacity to wear these “statement” tank tops designed to “advocate” for Mother Earth. When, in truth, the biggest favor anyone in fashion could do for said mother is declare that wearing one outfit per season made out of hemp or recycled cotton is permanently chic. Either that, or come out and say that everyone should only shop at thrift stores going forward. But then, that would put every designer out of business, wouldn’t it? Thus, the idea of “overhauling” the industry instead of eradicating it altogether is the best way that people like McCartney can soothe themselves about their chosen moneymaking endeavor.

    In this regard, there was a greater honesty to the backstory behind the “Jesus Is My Homeboy” t-shirt (which was also completely inauthentic when worn by any celebrity). Because even though it, too, was ridden with the kind of exploitation unique to the fashion industry (read: stealing a design), at least the original creator’s mantra was “purer” and more believable in terms of motive (not to mention more accessible by way of price range). However, contrary to McCartney’s supposed intentions, many people will have no idea that the “About Fucking Time!” shirt refers to Mother Nature (voiced, for McCartney’s purposes, by Olivia Colman). And her demand that humans treat her with more kindness before she punishes them in a way that means “looking stylish” will be the last of anyone’s concerns.

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  • As Charlize Theron’s J’Adore Era Comes to An End, Rihanna and Dior Have “Capitalism on the Brain”

    As Charlize Theron’s J’Adore Era Comes to An End, Rihanna and Dior Have “Capitalism on the Brain”

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    There’s nothing Rihanna won’t do these days—except, of course, release new music. As such, for her latest foray into the world of high fashion (including an on-again, off-again partnership with LVMH for Fenty), she’s opted to let Christian Dior use her 2016 track from ANTI, “Love on the Brain.” Specifically, in the new ad campaign that has officially let the world know that Charlize Theron is no longer looking as much like her long-standing print ads for the J’Adore fragrance as she used to (though that hasn’t stopped Dior from letting Johnny Depp continue to be the face for Sauvage). And no, it certainly doesn’t feel like a coincidence that the brand has decided it’s time for a “fresher” face (though Gen Z wouldn’t call anyone who’s thirty-six all that fresh) just as Theron has entered the last year of her forties (having turned forty-nine in August of this year).

    Because, unfortunately, it’s already been deemed “generous” enough that women have been “permitted” to keep “feigning” youth in their forties of late—but to “let” them continue to do it in their fifties would be too much for most (read: the patriarchal powers that be). Naturally, many would argue that Theron has been the face of J’Adore (which first launched in 1999) for the last twenty years, therefore it’s perfectly acceptable to pass the torch to someone else. And yet, the shift to “younger model” Rihanna still feels somewhat icky, like Nina Sayers taking over Beth MacIntyre’s lead in Black Swan. Even so, Rihanna is game enough to take up the mantle, paying homage to one of the original ads by reappearing against the backdrop of Versailles (still the height of French opulence) for what is sure to be the first of many commercials in promotion of its L’Or Essence de Parfum and others that might come up along the way. Particularly if Rihanna is planning to stick around for as long as Theron did (though they likely wouldn’t allow her to since she’ll be over fifty in the next twenty years—an unfathomable thought indeed).

    Incidentally, when Theron became the first celebrity face of the parfum, John Galliano was still Dior’s artistic director, having not yet gone off the rails with his antisemitic rant in 2010, which soon got him fired from Dior in 2011. When Theron was announced as the parfum’s “ambassador” in 2004, it was also said by then CEO and president of LVMH Perfume & Cosmetics, Pamela Baxter, “Ms. Theron was chosen because she represents modern femininity and embodies the spirit and energy of Dior. She is a classic beauty.” Rihanna, then, seems to signal an about-face for what the perfume “means” and who it’s catering to. Because, although beautiful, Rihanna is not conventionally so. Indeed, Steven Klein, the director of the commercial (being billed as “J’ADORE, THE FILM”—despite having a one-minute length) remarked upon “Rihanna’s incredibly contemporary beauty” as opposed to her “classic” kind. And, to be sure, the euphemism here seems to be that—gasp!—Rihanna is Black. A “quality” that high fashion houses have only recently “gotten around to” considering and including, with Rihanna’s partnership mimicking how Coco Mademoiselle tapped Whitney Peak to be their parfum’s face after years of the likes of Kate Moss and Keira Knightley in spokesperson roles. The sudden revelation of being in the twenty-first century, wherein “white girl beauty” is no longer the ideal, also seems pointedly timed for a moment when the world is braced for the U.S. to welcome not only its first female president but its first Black and Indian president.

    So it is that the tonal shift in terms of the “catch phrase” said at the end of Theron’s versus Rihanna’s commercial is also marked. While Theron opts to strip away her glamorous trappings (namely, all her jewelry pieces and her dress), Marvin Gaye’s “A Funky Space Reincarnation” plays in the background as Theron pronounces, “Gold is cold. Diamonds are dead. A limousine is a car. Don’t pretend. Feel what’s real. C’est ça que j’adore.” “Realness” continues to be a motif in Rihanna’s catch phrase as well, telling the audience as she walks on water at the end of the “film” (in a visual that harkens back to Madonna’s 2004 “Love Profusion” video, which was recreated for Estée Lauder’s Beyond Paradise commercial [also directed by Luc Besson] when it used the song in its ad), “Your dreams. Make them real.” It’s a tagline that appears to encourage people to retreat further into their delusions rather than acknowledging anything real whatsoever. As for “just” making dreams happen, well, it’s easier said than done, naturally.

    Needless to say, the implication here is that one’s dream is to live decadently while wearing J’Adore. Except that we all know Rihanna is likely wearing her own fragrance, Fenty Eau de Parfum—which actually sells for more on average than J’Adore. Evidently, no one seemed to feel this was a conflict of interest, assuming that Rihanna’s fans must have plenty of extra pocket money to support both fragrances. Besides, it’s not “cannibalism” if it isn’t the same brand (not like Starbucks opening within a half-mile radius of another Starbucks).

    What’s more, all is fair in love and capitalism. Two words that go hand in hand, especially with Rihanna choosing to wield “Love on the Brain” as the “film’s” song choice. Thus, once an earnest, hopelessly devoted power ballad, its new context has made it as base as any other song that gets tainted by use in a commercial (see also: The Beatles’ “Revolution” being featured in a Nike ad)—positioned as just another means to sell something. And what Rihanna and Dior are selling here is not just a certain lifestyle, but the aspiration to a certain lifestyle. As though trying to convince people that capitalism isn’t a failed system that we’re all still going through the motions of. Back in 2015, when Rihanna had her first entrée into a Dior commercial (part of the brand’s Secret Garden series), with the campaign also shot by Klein, it was easier to believe in such things. After all, that was arguably the last year before the U.S. truly let all veneers slip away, with Trump becoming president in 2016 (a few years later, Rihanna would deem him “the most mentally ill person in America”).

    Though that reality wasn’t made to sink in until the end of the year. Which is why, even for most of 2016 itself, there was still a more aspirational air to the U.S. Like in January of ‘16, when ANTI was released—its first single being “Work,” a song less about paid work than it was about the kind of work people have to do for love and orgasms. Of course, that didn’t stop the masses from making it their “every day I’m hustlin’” anthem. Which is why it was on the polar opposite spectrum for Rihanna’s fourth and final single from ANTI, “Love on the Brain,” to be so unapologetically about l’amour. More to the point, l’amour abusif. Something Rihanna has been almost as good at romanticizing as Lana Del Rey.

    In a way, however, abusive love is the only kind of love there can be with capitalism involved. Maybe that’s why, in this J’Adore “film,” there’s a certain violence to the way Rihanna abruptly ties her corset and then practically chokes herself with the signature gold choker necklace that Theron once wore for these commercials. To be sure, gold is the word that best describes the ad’s look (even if Theron formerly told us that “gold is old”). Unless, of course, one wanted to be more realistic and add “fool’s” to the front of it. Because there is nothing less realistic than being instructed, “Your dreams. Make them real.” It’s on par with the other capitalist credo that goes, “If you want it badly enough, you’ll find a way to get it.” Even if that means begging, borrowing, cheating or stealing to do so. This often being what happens when someone realizes they can’t “win” at capitalism. With no one ever taking into account that the celebrities who tout that they worked hard and made their dreams come true are part of either one of two categories: 1) an example of the one in a million chance that managed to penetrate the system or 2) born into wealth and/or a family name that could help them get ahead.

    So it is that most people have, that’s right, an abusive relationship with capitalism. And yet, Rihanna and Dior still seek to glamorize its frills. Perhaps that’s why they opted to leave out the lyrics from “Love on the Brain” that go, “You love when I fall apart/So you can put me together and throw me against the wall” and “It beats me black and blue, but it fucks me so good/And I can’t get enough.” For these are the sentiments that best describe the toxic dynamic that most people have with le capitalisme.

    It is also because of capitalism and its fundamental promotion of homogeneity and the status quo that, despite Rihanna being a “new” face for J’Adore, there is nothing actually new about this imagery. And, funnily enough, when Theron starred in Dior’s The New Absolu campaign in 2018 (which featured Kanye West’s “Flashing Lights” [mind you, after he had already shown his true colors with support for Trump by wearing a MAGA hat throughout 2018]), it looked very similar to the imagery Rihanna had already shown fans in her ANTIdiaRy. Namely, being immersed in an opulent bath while staring directly into the camera.

    Perhaps, in some way, unwittingly grafting Theron’s mise-en-scène from that ANTIdiaRy moment foreshadowed Rihanna’s eventual welcome into the “Dior family” as an official brand ambassador. Either way, the final result only serves to prove what Fredric Jameson said in The Antinomies of Realism: “society has ever been as standardized as this one, and the stream of human, social and historical temporality has never flowed quite so homogenously.” Even if “hidden” behind a shiny new face.

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  • Madonna celebrates ‘fierce’ and ‘opinionated’ twins Stella and Estere’s 12th birthday with extravagant backyard party — inside

    Madonna celebrates ‘fierce’ and ‘opinionated’ twins Stella and Estere’s 12th birthday with extravagant backyard party — inside

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    Madonna got the gang together for a backyard birthday bash in honor of her youngest two children, her twin daughters Stella and Estere, who turned 12 on Saturday, August 24.

    The singer celebrated their big day with a special set-up at what looked to be her very own home, which included a pool party, driving around on a golf cart, dogs, flowers, art, and much more.

    Madonna shared glimpses of the celebration on her Instagram, revealing that many of their friends were in attendance, as was her new boyfriend Akeem Morris. Guests also received custom T-shirts bearing the twins’ names and their ages. Check out the party in the video below…

    Inside Madonna’s lavish backyard party for twins Stella and Estere’s 12th birthday

    There was also a huge inflatable water slide for the girls and their friends, glamping tents with arts and crafts stations, hordes of balloons, and an actual ice cream truck (with Madonna and Akeem seen getting messy with their cones).

    The girls also went horseback riding with their mom before taking things back home for an elaborate dinner and then pizza, cooked in their very own wood ovens, not to mention scores of sweet treats.

    Madonna shared a sweet tribute to her girls, the youngest of her six children, penning: “Happy Birthday to my Twin Virgos! Estere and Stella!!! I blinked and you are almost teenagers. Time is a ferocious Beast!!”

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    Madonna through a lavish affair for her twins Stella and Estere for their 12th birthday

    “You are both SO FIERCE – talented – opinionated – and full of LIFE. Can’t wait to read the next chapter… LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!!!” Fans were left stunned by the scale of their birthday celebrations and inundated the twins with well wishes.

    MORE: Madonna looks loved up with new boyfriend Akeem Morris, 28, ahead of 66th birthday celebrations

    August is a big month for the Ciccone family, as Stella and Estere round out what is a celebratory time for the family-of-seven, starting with Rocco Ritchie’s birthday on August 11.

    Madonna's daughters Stella and Estere go down a water slide at their 12th birthday party, shared on Instagram© Instagram
    The twins were given an inflatable water slide in their backyard

    Rocco turned 24 earlier this month, and his mom shared a tribute in his honor as well. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROCCO — the long and Winding Road through all your many moods and incarnations has been tumultuous and full of surprises.”

    MORE: Inside Madonna’s relationship with son Rocco Ritchie after tense custody battle

    “But through it all — your curiosity, and Artistic Soul has been the glue that has held us together. Thank God for Art. Thank God for you. We have been together for many lifetimes. Thank you for choosing me again. I Love you – for Eternity.”

    Madonna's daughters Stella and Estere paint with their friends inside a tend at their 12th birthday party, shared on Instagram© Instagram
    Stella and Estere’s friends joined them for arts in their glamping tent

    Just days later, on August 16, she celebrated her own 66th birthday, jetting off to Italy for a jaw-dropping celebration with her friends and family, which also included a special party for Rocco.

    MORE: Madonna’s son David Banda reveals exciting new chapter that will make his mom so proud

    Madonna was joined by all six of her children (and boyfriend Akeem) for the big trip, including daughters Lourdes Leon (who will celebrate her own birthday in just a month), 27, and Chifundo “Mercy” James, 18, plus her son David Banda, also 18, as well as Rocco, Stella, and Estere.

    Madonna and her boyfriend Akeem Morris play with their ice cream at her daughters Stella and Estere's 12th birthday party, shared on Instagram© Instagram
    Her boyfriend Akeem Morris was also part of the festivities

    After stops through Portofino and Rome, alongside sharing several photos from the beautiful getaway, Madonna wrote on social media: “Arrivederci Roma!!! a perfect ending to a Glorious Birthday Celebration with friends and family! Ciao Italia!!!!”

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  • Chappell Roan’s Attempt to “Gen Z-ify” Fame By Setting “Healthy Boundaries” (Via the Shame Game)

    Chappell Roan’s Attempt to “Gen Z-ify” Fame By Setting “Healthy Boundaries” (Via the Shame Game)

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    While some might think that “Gen Z-ifying” fame refers to how virality through TikTok is the only way to become a “star” (with no staying power) nowadays, the truth is that Chappell Roan just summed up the true meaning of it on her own TikTok account. This by demanding that fans stop being, well, creepy. As though Roan has no concept that the parasocial relationship train can’t stop once it’s left the station. But then, what is one to expect from a novice to the scene? For, even more than being a parent, the phrase “there is no manual for blah blah blah” applies to fame and how one’s life immediately changes after it hits (just ask the “very demure, very mindful” bia). But it seems the aspect of celebrity that famous people consistently wish they could do without is the obsessive nature of fans, which has only grown more dangerous and disturbing in the digital age.

    For Roan, the obsession people have with her has already proven to be too much. And, even though she’s technically been in this business since 2015, when she first signed a deal with Atlantic Records, nothing prepared her for the sudden frenzy for all things Chappell as 2024 rolled around. She already addressed how overwhelming this newfound “icon status” has been for her, namely back in June during a Raleigh concert date, when Roan told the audience, “I just want to be honest with the crowd. I feel a little off today, because I think my career is going really fast and it’s hard to keep up. I’m just being honest, I’m having a hard time today.” Roan has also alluded to her disdain for fans that feel they should have constant access to her in an interview for The Comment Section with Drew Afualo, insisting that when she’s performing or giving an interview, she’s simply “clocked in” like anyone else with a “normal job” (which, again, is not what she has). When she’s offstage, however, Roan explained to Afualo, “Bitch, I’m not at work.” Thus, do not approach her as though she is.

    As for the massive crowds she’s been drawing in everywhere from Bonnaroo to Lollapalooza, in spite of how “ready for it” everyone seems to be for Roan to keep releasing new music, all signs seem to point to her “pumping the brakes” on the whole goddamn thing as a result of being so sketched out by the, let’s say, intensity of certain fans. Thus, she took to TikTok to say, “If you saw a random woman on the street, would you yell at her from the window?” Roan already sets herself up for failure with that question because, for many sober men and drunk people of all creeds, the answer is a resounding yes. She goes on, “Would you harass her in public? Would you go up to a random lady and say, ‘Can I get a photo with you?’ Would you be offended if she says no to your time because she has her own time? Would you stalk her family, would you follow her around? I’m a random bitch, you’re a random bitch.” Again, Roan sets herself up for all the holes in her “argument” for privacy to be easily poked through. Because, no, she is not a random bitch at all. She has achieved that thing that so many people wish they could: fame and acclaim. Ergo, becoming a public figure. A status that automatically changes the game in terms of what can be “done” to you.

    Concluding her tirade against creeps with, “Just think about that for a second. I don’t care that this crazy type of behavior comes along with the job, the career field I’ve chosen. That does not make it okay, that doesn’t make it normal… [a word that shouldn’t really be in an drag queen enthusiast’s vocabulary, but whatever]. I don’t give a fuck if you think it’s selfish of me to say no for a photo, or for your time, or to…for a hug. It’s weird how people think that you know a person just ‘cause you see them online or you listen to the art they make.” Here, too, Roan sets herself up for disaster because a key part of the reason that many fans do listen to this “art” is precisely because they feel like they know the person who made it. See something of themselves in that person and, therefore, feel connected.

    In the past, many musicians have only courted that perception, including the ultimate millennial pop star, Taylor Swift. Indeed, part of Swift’s longevity has been her acumen in cultivating parasocial relationships with fans. It can be argued, in fact, that fame wouldn’t really exist without this dynamic. At least not the kind of fame that constitutes being a global pop superstar. As for Roan continuing to insist that “it’s fucking weird” for people to glom onto a musician in such a way, she might need to be reminded that her entire shtick is centered around “weird” a.k.a. drag looks. And honestly, it’s no weirder than all of us being on some rock spinning around in the middle of space with absolutely no idea how we got here other than some unprovable postulations (including the “God theory”).

    Of course, Roan isn’t the only one who has expressed disdain for fan behavior in recent years. Take, for example, a video that made the rounds after the 2018 Met Gala, when Lana Del Rey (still in her “Bible” costume) was about to oblige a fan that asked for a selfie. When he tried to re-angle the phone she was holding to take the picture, she thrust it back and him and said, “You know what, fuck it” (though it sounded sort of like “fuck off” or “fuck you” as well). It speaks to what Roan said above about not “owing” anyone a photo. That a fan should be grateful to receive any such request fulfillment at all—not further annoy the famous person by trying to control how the selfie looks. By the same token, of course, there’s always the valid argument that fans are literally paying for how famous people live, so shouldn’t they be entitled to such things? And, if Roan wants to make analogies between famous people and regular people, it can be said that regular people’s bosses do pretty much the same thing, constantly infiltrating their lives outside of work because they pay for their existence, as it were.  

    Roan’s disgust with fan (or “stan”) behavior is, what’s more, in direct contrast to the “teachings” millennials have carried on from generations of famous people past. Case in point, during Paris Hilton’s 2020 documentary, This Is Paris, Kim Kardashian commented, “I think the best advice that she ever could’ve given me was just watching her.” Watching her constantly pose with fans whenever they asked for a photo, watching her being bombarded by paparazzi without ever lashing out, watching her personal life get violated in all the most invasive possible ways (Kim was obviously studying the sex tape aspect of that most closely). In the same documentary, Hilton admitted, “Even though it was so hectic and insane and just nonstop…I also loved the attention.” At least she can admit that. Roan, it seems, is struggling to acknowledge that attention is what she wanted for so long, only to be met with the “be careful what you wish for” caveat.

    And yet, in an interview for Q with Tom Power, Roan made a prescient remark, saying, “This industry, like, you really flourish if you don’t protect yourself.” Power clarifies, “You flourish if you don’t protect yourself?” “Mhmm, yes” she replies sagely. “Like if you don’t look after yourself you can have a pretty good, amazing career. You’ve seen that kind of thing happen?” “We’ve all seen that kind of thing happen.” (To be sure, there’s no example more textbook than Britney Spears.) In the same interview, Roan goes on to say that touring is her favorite part of the job, even though one would think that might be the ripest scenario for witnessing the apex of “creep behavior” among fans. But “creepy,” like everything else, means different things to different people. While one fan might believe it’s perfectly normal to throw their mother’s ashes onstage, another might simply want to become “iconic” in their own right by engaging with a certain opening lyric in a viral way. In effect, the shades of creep in fandoms are multi-hued and numerous, and certainly can’t be contained by a mere “read” from an honorary drag queen/Midwest princess.

    To boot, there are some who would still posit that the “dark side of fame” is but a small price to pay for all the benefits that go with it, not least of which is avoiding, more than “normals,” an overpowering sense of insignificance. Hell, look at Kevin Bacon’s recent comment on how terrible it was to not be famous for a day, stating, “Nobody recognized me. People were kind of pushing past me, not being nice. Nobody said, ‘I love you.’ I had to wait in line to, I don’t know, buy a fucking coffee or whatever. I was like, ‘This sucks. I want to go back to being famous.’” Perhaps Roan ought to try out his experiment as well.

    This isn’t an “asking for it” type of logic that men try so often to use on women for how they dress in terms of saying that those who want to be entertainers should know what they’re getting into. That they “asked for it” when they made the Faustian pact. But it is reminding those Gen Z famous ones, like Roan, who expect to set up “healthy boundaries” for such an uncontrollable entity that doing so is impossible without stepping out of the spotlight altogether. Something Josh Hartnett, a fellow Midwest “prince” (from Minnesota), recently addressed in an interview with The Guardian, recalling of his white-hot moment as Hollywood’s most sought-after heartthrob, “People’s attention to me at the time was borderline unhealthy… There were incidents. People showed up at my house. People that were stalking me… a guy showed up at one of my premieres with a gun, claiming to be my father. He ended up in prison. There were lots of things. It was a weird time. And I wasn’t going to be grist for the mill.” That word again: “weird.” As in: celebrity is fucking weird. Which is why some people are built for it, and some people aren’t. In the years (or maybe just months) ahead, the audience will soon find out if Roan is.

    Who knows? Maybe her ire for “fandom” is a passing fancy. After all, she’s not the first famous person to comment on her gross fans. Take, for example, Madonna’s resurfaced 1991 interview in The Washington Post, during which she unabashedly declares, “I don’t mind when people come up to me in a restaurant and go, ‘God, I think you’re great.’ I love that. It’s the obsessive fanatics whose attention seems very hostile. It’s beyond admiration. It’s very crazy…” That might sound “Gen Z” enough to go along with Roan’s sentiments, but M gave away her boomer nature when she added, “It’s always fat people too. They are the most unattractive social outcasts, like really overweight girls or guys with lots of acne that follow me around and pester me. It’s frightening because not only are they bothering me, but they’re horrible to look at too.”

    At the same time, Madonna and Roan have more in common than some might think, not just because of their “slow burn” first albums taking a full year to catch on, but also because Madonna hails from the heart of the Midwest as well. Which is exactly why she also pronounced, “It’s a very boring, humdrum place. I was raised in that world. I know the ignorance that they wallow in—and that they prefer to live in—because it’s easier for them. I’m just trying to pull all their Band-Aids off.” Roan might be trying to do the same with fans who think “creepy behavior” is acceptable/par for the course, but one doubts it will effect the kind of change that vogueing did (i.e., gay-ifying the straights without them realizing it).

    Fame is one thing that can’t be Gen Z-ified, unless it becomes something else altogether. And if it did, that would likely only make it all the more “democratized.” So what’s really the point of wanting to be famous at all if everyone gets treated the same? Like the “random bitch” Roan claims she wants to be treated as.

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  • Madonna’s Satan Year

    Madonna’s Satan Year

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    It seems fitting that this is the year Madonna turns sixty-six—her “Satan year,” as it were. After all, satanic panic is chic again, what with the Christian vote that Donald Trump is trying to “appeal to” in this election, along with the release of Longlegs, a movie where Nicolas Cage plays a Satan-worshipping serial killer, and Maxxxine, a movie that revives satanic serial killer Richard Ramirez as part of the narrative. Madonna herself has, needless to say, always been rooted in religion. Not just because of her name, but her expectedly Catholic upbringing. Accordingly, Madonna had an early sense of what it was to be terrified by the fire and brimstone rhetoric of the Bible.

    And yet, that didn’t stop her from defiantly going against it. Starting from an early age, Madonna saw that rebellious acts—usually of a sexually provocative nature—were what got her the attention she was so sorely lacking in a household of seven other brothers and sisters, two of which arrived soon after Madonna’s father, Silvio, remarried in the wake of Madonna Sr.’s death in 1963.

    With the influence of Catholicism so deeply ingrained within her, it’s no wonder that those themes of good versus evil crept so frequently into her work. And yes, many would come to view Madonna herself as “satanic.” As she put it during a 1996 interview promoting Evita, “Many people see Eva Perón as either a saint or the incarnation of Satan. That means I can definitely identify with her.”

    Over the years, Madonna would come to be known for doing many “devilish” things. Below are some of her most memorable brushes with being “damnable,” though there are many other instances in between, particularly depending on who you ask.

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    1984, “Like A Virgin” performance at the First Annual MTV VMAs: This was the “devilish” controversy that launched Madonna’s reputation for scandal in the first place. Although she would later state that the whole thing was an accident and she was just trying to make the best of a bad situation after her shoe came off, the result was immortally iconic (even if the excuse sounds like more typical Madonna lore). As she stated in 2015 of that performance and its “shock value” on the public, “Everyone’s showing their butt now, but back then, nobody saw anyone’s butt.” So, for the first of many times, Madonna was left no choice but to light the way with her “heathenism.”  

    1985, Playboy and Penthouse publishing Madonna’s pre-fame nude photos: Staying on-brand for what would become Madonna’s enduring sense of controversy, her next major one after the VMAs was a matter of “vintage” nude photos. Specifically, ones that were taken during her starving artist days in New York. It was Lee Friedlander and Martin H.M. Schreiber who sold one set of photos to Playboy, and Bill Stone who sold another to Penthouse. The expected result in Reagan’s “moral majority” America was outrage and consternation. That is, until Madonna did what no woman before her had tried: not caring. Indeed, just a year earlier, Vanessa Williams was forced to relinquish her Miss America crown (after becoming the first multiracial contestant to win) after her own pre-fame nude photos were sold to Penthouse. But rather than following suit by kowtowing to the moral outrage, Madonna hit back with two words, “So what?” And with that, shaming women was never quite as satisfying to the patriarchy that was quaking in their boots over this “Jezebel.”

    1986, “Papa Don’t Preach” song/“Open Your Heart” video: Even after becoming a married woman (albeit to as much of a wild child [in his own way], Sean Penn), Madonna hardly fell into the role of “staid wife.” In 1986, she continued to evolve her political form of pop stardom by releasing her third album, True Blue. The instant classic of a record featured two singles that would serve as Madonna’s “antichrist” bread and butter: “Papa Don’t Preach” and “Open Your Heart.” With the former, the controversy stemmed more from the lyrics themselves than the accompanying video wherein Danny Aiello played Madonna’s Tony Ciccone-inspired father. With the latter, it was Madonna’s unbridled presentation of androgyny, homosexuality, “pedophilia” and general sexual perversity that had the proverbial censors up in arms (MTV even tried to suggest “edits,” as though they had never met Madonna before).

    Directed by Jean-Baptiste Mondino (who Madonna would also turn to again for some scandal with 1990’s “Justify My Love” video), “Open Your Heart” remains one of M’s most famous career visuals, presenting her as a peep show star in a black bustier with gold tassels. Though the bustier has a conical bra, it was actually designed by Marlene Stewart, not Jean-Paul Gaultier, who would furnish Madonna’s cone bra era during the Blond Ambition Tour. And while some might think that’s what got the then thirteen-year-old boy in the video (played by Felix Howard) all “titillated,” the fact of the matter is that he simply wants to emulate Madonna, mimicking her dance moves and looking longingly at the photo of her outside the venue (topped off by a giant cutout of Tamara de Lempicka’s “Andromeda” painting). Indeed, the most controversial aspect of all about “Open Your Heart” is Madonna very clearly acknowledging that gay men are probably more Single White Female-prone than actual women.

    1989, “Like A Prayer” music video and its timing with the Pepsi commercial: In a move that has continued to endure as one of her most controversial, Madonna’s “Like A Prayer” video was conveniently-timed, in terms of upping the “scandal quotient,” to be released around the exact same time as her Pepsi commercial premiered. Already paid five million dollars for the joy of her presence, Madonna naturally kept the cash after Pepsi decided to pull the plug as a result of her then too blasphemous “Like A Prayer” video, directed by Mary Lambert (who had also previously directed Madonna’s “Borderline,” “Like A Virgin,” “Material Girl” and “La Isla Bonita” videos). The most offending imagery to “Middle America” (a catch-all term for any part of the U.S. beyond San Francisco-New York-Los Angeles)? Madonna getting sexual with a Black saint in between dancing in front of some burning crosses. Oh yeah, and her stigmata hands indicating her “Christ-like” nature. It was all too much for Pepsi to deal with, as the company was threatened with boycotts and general moral outrage. So yes, long before Lil Nas X’s “Montero” video, there was Madonna causing a religious commotion with “Like A Prayer.”

    1990, “Like A Virgin” performance during Blond Ambition Tour: Although some might have thought “Like A Virgin” could never be as risqué as it was during the 1984 VMAs, Madonna challenged herself on that front in 1990. While she could have bypassed the song altogether (already, by that point, rather sick of it) for the Blond Ambition Tour, Madonna chose to up the ante on the sexually charged nature of the song by performing it on a red velvet bed. “Boudoir antics” indeed. As if it weren’t enough to have Luis Camacho and Jose Gutierez making lurid gestures while standing on either side of her in their own special cone bras, Madonna offered the pièce de résistance of the performance by “simulating masturbation” at the very end of the raunchy rendition—just before her voice for the opening of “Like A Prayer” asks, “God?” As though to indicate that perhaps the divine really does exist in the form of orgasm. Police in Toronto didn’t seem to agree, famously threatening to arrest her if she went through with the performance as usual during her dates at the SkyDome. Madonna was undeterred, with her adamance about doing the show as usual being humorously documented in Truth or Dare. In the end, the police didn’t have the cojones (or a viable reason) to arrest the biggest star in the world.

    1990, “Justify My Love” video: Continuing to test the limits of what boundaries she could push in the early 90s, Madonna’s next major scandal arrived thanks to yet another video collaboration with Jean-Baptiste Mondino: “Justify My Love.” In 2013, Madonna would say that it was her favorite video to make, and not without good reason. After all, what could be more fun than renting out the entire top floor of a posh Parisian hotel and being told there are “no rules,” for the cast of characters in the video to do whatever and act however they wanted? Usually, in a sexy manner.

    Although Madonna had toed the line between socially acceptable and too taboo before, “Justify My Love” ended up marking the first time that MTV put a kibosh on her freedom of expression, insisting the video was too racy to be aired. Some would go on to say that Madonna got the video to be banned by design, so that it would cause more controversy, therefore more publicity. Plus, it prompted her to sell it as a video single, after which it became the first short-form video to go multiplatinum in the U.S. After all, people needed to see what was so scandalous about the content, and how else were they going to if MTV wasn’t airing it?

    Madonna even found time to make a political commentary on Nightline about the whole thing, schooling Forrest Sawyer on the hypocrisy of America and how it would rather let children and teenagers watch gratuitous violence than be exposed to anything sexual. Least of all anything “too” sexually taboo (which, at that time, included bisexuality and sadomasochism) or anything where a woman is not being exploited or violated within a sexual scenario.

    1990, “The Beast Within” B-side: As though to drive home the point that she has no problem being associated with “hellfire” and that religion did a number on her thinking as a child, Madonna opted to read select passages from the Book of Revelation as the lyrics for a remixed version of “Justify My Love” called “The Beast Within.” Among her “eternal damnation” selections for the lyrics are, “Do not fear what you are about to suffer/Behold the devil is about to throw you into prison” and “But as for the cowardly, the faithless, the polluted/As for the murderers, fornicators, sorcerers, idolators/And all liars/Their lot shall be in the lake that burns with fire and brimstone/And he said to me/He said to me, ‘Do not seal up the words of the prophecy’/For the time is near/Let the evildoers still do evil/And the filthy still be filthy.” According to many people throughout Madonna’s career, she falls into the latter category.

    And yet, she is arguably among the most well-read when it comes to the Bible, telling her musical director, Stuart Price, in 2005’s I’m Going To Tell You A Secret, “There is some poetry in the New Testament.” She also explains, via voiceover, “To me, ‘the beast’ is the modern world that we live in, the material world, the physical world, the world of illusion that we think is real. We live for it, we’re enslaved by it and it will ultimately be our undoing,” then saying aloud to Price, “I like the juxtaposition of telling people they’re all gonna go to hell if they don’t, um, turn away from their wicked behavior” (for “The Beast Within” would serve as the opening song to the Re-Invention Tour, also showing up during The Girlie Show and The Celebration Tour in an interlude format). Again, it’s ironic when taking into account that so many of M’s detractors have felt she’s the one who needs to turn away from her wicked behavior.

    1992-1993, Erotica/Sex/Body of Evidence/The Girlie Show: It was also Forrest Sawyer who said, during the intro to the abovementioned Nightline episode, “It’s become virtually a seasonal affair. The weather changes, and there is a new Madonna controversy.” In 1992, Madonna proved that in spades by unleashing a quartet of projects that, when absorbed together by the public, reinforced, once and for all, her reputation as a “satanic presence” in America. It began with releasing Erotica and Sex back-to-back, with the former, er, coming out on October 20, 1992 (back when albums were still released on Tuesdays), and the latter on October 21, 1992. The two were thusly received as “twin” projects. Viewed as “more of the same” from Madonna, whose only goal, in the public’s mind, was to shock and appall rather than saying something that was actually meaningful. But of course her intent was always to hold up a mirror the U.S. and its false declarations about being the place for freedom of speech and open dialogue. Though at least it never really claimed to be sexually liberated.

    The music of Erotica was quickly lost in the scantily clad shuffle of the Sex book, which sold 500,000 copies in its first week and topped The New York Times Best Seller list for three weeks. As Madonna would later remark of the book, “[It] was sort of the pinnacle of me challenging people and saying, ‘You know what? I’m gonna be sexually provocative and I’m gonna be ironic and I’m gonna prove that I can get everybody’s attention and that everybody’s gonna be interested in it and still be freaked out by it.’” That they were, especially the conservatives of American government that were still enjoying power thanks to the Bush administration (ultimately just a continuation of the Reagan one).

    While others might have “toned it down” in response to the backlash, Madonna kept releasing content of a highly sexual nature, including the Uli Edel-directed Body of Evidence, released on January 15, 1993. Indeed, it was no coincidence that Body of Evidence should be released during such a “dead” month for new movies. But even that didn’t help it win at the box office, with its worldwide gross being $38 million to the $30 million budget it cost to make the movie in the first place. Madonna’s performance was, quelle surprise, the most panned thing about BoE.

    And yet, because you can’t keep a good woman down (no matter how much everyone insists she’s Satan), Madonna kept on truckin’ in 1993, taking her sex act on the road with The Girlie Show. However, in a sign of just how fraught her relationship with the United States was at the time, Madonna opted to only perform tour dates in New York, Philadelphia and Auburn Hills (just outside of Detroit, proving Madonna’s ongoing commitment to her Michigan roots). Though she claimed the general bypassing of the U.S. was because “I am going to the places where I have the most enemies,” there could be no denying that the majority of those “enemies” were in the “Land of the Free.”

    1994, saying “fuck” fourteen times on the Late Show with David Letterman: The Girlie Show’s final date was on December 19, 1993 in Tokyo. This meant that, on March 31, 1994, Madonna didn’t exactly have any new projects to promote when she went on The Tonight Show with Davide Letterman. Other than, of course, her “demonic agenda.” Infecting the minds of Americans with her “filth,” etc. And, in this instance, it was her filthy mouth that did viewers in. Though, to be fair, Madonna is the woman who once said, “I hate polite conversation. I hate it when people stand around and go, ‘Hi, how are you?’ I hate words that don’t have any reason or meaning.” “Fuck,” in Madonna’s mind, is not one of those words, having already told audiences during the Blond Ambition Tour, “Fuck is not a bad word, fuck is a good word. Fuck is the reason I am here…fuck is the reason you are here.” For Letterman and the rest of America that night in 1994, fuck also became the reason they were there.

    In the wake of the “fuck scandal,” Madonna would send Dave a letter in mid-April cheekily saying, “Happy Fucking Birthday Dave! glad you could get so much mileage out of the fucking show. Next time you need some fucking publicity, just give me a fucking call. love the anti-christ M. xx.” Ah, there’s that allusion to being demonic again, with Madonna knowing full well the public’s perception of her, particularly during this period in her career…

    1996, playing Eva Perón in Evita: It was precisely because her image had become a “liability” by the mid-90s that Madonna, some might cynically say, “orchestrated” her next image shift. The one that would soon lead to her being rebranded as the “Ethereal Girl.” It started in 1994, with the release of Bedtime Stories, an R&B-infused record with plenty of slow jams including the beloved final track, “Take A Bow.” While Madonna might have “softened” her image with Bedtime Stories and a follow-up compilation of ballads called Something to Remember in 1995, not everyone was sold on her continuing to “soften” that image through the persona of Eva Perón. Not just because many people (specifically, Argentinians) don’t exactly have “pleasant” thoughts about Perón, but because, as Madonna put it, “Many people see [her] as either a saint or the incarnation of Satan. That means I can definitely identify with her.”

    As such, Madonna had been petitioning director Alan Parker for the role since at least the “Take A Bow” video (helmed by Michael Haussman), which amounted to an audition tape for the part Madonna said she had been dreaming of playing since the late 80s, when she first secured meetings with Robert Stigwood (the original producer of the Broadway musical), Oliver Stone (then signed on to direct the film version) and Andrew Lloyd Webber himself. Alas, Madonna appeared to rub Stone the wrong way, with the director recalling, “At the time she hadn’t done many movies, and she was insisting on script approval. I said, ‘Madonna, you can’t have script approval.’ And she wanted to rewrite Andrew Lloyd Webber! Here she was making these demands, and I said, ‘Look, there’s no point in our meeting anymore; it’s not going to work.’” Needless to say, Madonna had the last laugh. Even though many Argentinians were still less than thrilled about Madonna playing their precious Evita, with one former secretary of Evita’s reportedly saying, “We want Madonna dead or alive. If she does not leave I will kill her.” But Madonna doesn’t “leave,” least of all because she’s been given a death threat.

    2001, “What It Feels Like For A Girl” video: With the advent of the twenty-first century, Madonna decided to try her hand at marriage again. And Guy Ritchie was quick to mold Madonna in his laddish image after the two were married in December of 2000. It took little time for the two to collaborate on M’s video for “What It Feels Like For A Girl” in 2001. Something of an ironic song choice when taking into account the misogynistic nature of Ritchie’s work. To be sure, there’s no denying a fair amount of gay and female fans alike might have felt betrayed by Madonna’s decision to marry someone who so overtly represented everything she didn’t. Including ageism, “light-heartedly” represented in “What It Feels Like For A Girl” as Madonna takes a joy ride with an elderly woman that she picks up from the “Ol Kuntz Guest Home.” While Ritchie might have meant “no harm” with such a phrase, it would become particularly poignant as the ageism lobbed against Madonna continued to augment as the 00s wore on. But that term was hardly what offended MTV enough to, yet again, ban Madonna. This time, for something she was entirely unaccustomed to being banned for: the portrayal of violence and abuse. Of course, it probably would have been totally acceptable if Madonna were a man engaging in these behaviors.

    2003, “American Life” video/“Die Another Day” video: As has been noted repeatedly, the most shocking thing about the “American Life” video was Madonna’s decision, ultimately, to censor it. Although she had originally intended to go through with the “X-rated” version that shows George W. Bush and Saddam Hussein lookalikes at the end, the invasion of Iraq changed her mind. In one of the original versions, however, it shows Madonna throwing a grenade into a fashion show audience, with Bush catching it only to end up using it as a means to light his cigar. In another version (of which there are many), a Saddam lookalike lights the cigar for Bush. All of which is to say that these two men are ultimately in one big boys’ club together. A club that happens to run the world on violence and destruction.

    The theme of torture was on-brand for the early aughts, what with Guantánamo Bay opening in January of 2002. Which also happened to be the year that Madonna released the video for “Die Another Day,” a visual that might have been “controversy-free” were it not for Madonna’s rampant use of Hebrew words and wrapping a tefillin around her arm at the end of the video. The tefillin being, in Orthodox Jewish communities, solely reserved for men—and certainly not designed to be paraded in relation to a pop song. But leave it to Madonna to subvert religious paraphernalia whenever and wherever possible…

    2003, kissing Britney and Christina (but mainly Britney) at the VMAs: For some, the “queerbaiting shtick” of Madonna kissing Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera during the 2003 VMAs hasn’t necessarily stood the test of time. But even if one feels that it was all done solely for “shock value” (rather than a symbolic “passing the baton,” as Madonna suggested at the time), it can’t be denied that it was a bold move to test out on the mainstream during a period when conservatism ruled over America yet again (courtesy of one, George W. Bush and his puppeteer, Dick Cheney). And a lesbianic kiss, in 2003, was just the ticket to momentarily shock the U.S. out of its puritanical coma.

    2004, Re-Invention Tour: Just because Madonna had become “the missus,” it didn’t mean she was prone to “tame” her act, particularly since it became apparent fairly early on in the marriage that Madonna couldn’t (and wouldn’t) stop being an artist just to appease Ritchie’s retro ideals of what a wife “ought to be.” Nor was she wont to tamp down her rampant allusions to Kabbalah and religion in general throughout the tour, making political statements that were often uncomfortable for those concertgoers who foolishly expected her to “shut up and play the hits.” But even during what constituted her first “greatest hits” tour, Madonna would never do that.

    2009, Michael Jackson tribute speech at the VMAs: It’s not often that someone can be controversial for their projection of narcissism, but Madonna managed to achieve that during the 2009 VMAs, when she was tasked with giving a tribute speech to her contemporary, Michael Jackson. Although, in the past, Jackson had often expressed his disdain for Madonna, it didn’t stop her from blithely making comparisons between her and the fellow pop royal, opening the speech with, “Michael Jackson was born in August 1958. so was I. Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest. So did I. Michael Jackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I.” Of course, that brief “running off course” from the subject at hand would pale in comparison to her eventual Aretha “tribute” speech…

    2012, The MDNA Tour: Letting it all hang out during her post-divorce-from-Ritchie era, Madonna went balls to the wall with her controversy-courting during The MDNA Tour. From placing a swastika over Marine Le Pen’s head during the “Nobody Knows Me” interlude to toting firearms during “Gang Bang” (even more controversial when she still performed with the guns after the Aurora, Colorado movie theater shooting) to “promoting homosexual propaganda” during her Russian concerts, every step of the way during The MDNA Tour was beset with the old line about Madonna being a devil woman.

    2014-15, calling the Rebel Heart leak “terrorism,” Rebel Heart social media snafus: Rebel Heart, Madonna’s thirteenth studio album, was plagued with difficulties from the start. For, in addition to working with more producers than she ever had before (even during Bedtime Stories), early demos of the songs were illegally hacked and leaked online, forcing Madonna to release six songs way ahead of schedule, in addition to bumping up the album’s release date before she was ready. As a result, the album’s concept was altered in a way that prevented Madonna from more fully representing the duality of the “rebel” side and the “heart” side. So yes, she was in a bit of a fragile state when she likened the hack to “terrorism,” particularly at a time when the Sydney hostage crisis and Peshawar school massacre had just occurred. Madonna would also further ruffle feathers by likening the violation to “rape,” a word that fewer and fewer were comfortable with throwing around lightly. Indeed, one woman who didn’t let use of that word go was Vanessa Grigoriadis, who, in her “Madonna at Sixty” profile, commented, “It didn’t feel right to explain that women these days were trying not to use that word metaphorically.” In response, Madonna clapped back, “[That article] makes me feel raped. And yes I’m allowed to use that analogy having been raped at the age of nineteen.”

    Of course, worse than anything was Madonna’s “promo campaign” during the Rebel Heart rollout. The one that found her using images of Black men that included Martin Luther King Jr., Nelson Mandela and Bob Marley with the same black wires wrapped around their face as the ones featured on Madonna’s album cover. Not only did people feel it was in “poor taste” for Madonna to use such freedom fighting icons as a means to promote her music, but they also pointed out the fact that putting Black men in what amounted to chains was really not a good look for a white woman.

    2017, announcing that she “thought an awful lot about blowing up the White House”: This remains one of Madonna’s riskier moves in the past ten years, perhaps underestimating just how much the America she came of age in is no longer one that values or upholds the tenets of so-called free speech at all. To boot, in the time since Madonna rose to stardom, the world’s sense of humor has only become more nonexistent as a result of how literally everyone takes things. Madonna tried to break it down for those offended by saying, “I spoke in metaphor and I shared two ways of looking at things—one was to be hopeful, and one was to feel anger and outrage, which I have personally felt.” Alas, you can’t explain language to people who bastardize it as much as the 1984 government.

    2018, Aretha Franklin tribute speech at the VMAs: Falling prey to a more rambling speech than the one she gave after Michael Jackson’s death, Madonna made matters worse for herself at the 2018 VMAs by showing up in highly appropriative garb traditionally worn by Amazigh women. Having freshly stepped off the plane after her sixtieth birthday party in Morocco, Madonna didn’t seem to remember what planet she had reentered when she proceeded to give a long-winded “early days in New York” story before finally tying it back to Aretha with one sentence at the end of the speech. The Aretha fans were not happy.

    2019, shrimping Maluma in the “Medellín” video: After Madonna took a four-year pause from making another studio album (usually the longest she would ever go, up until now, with five years already passing between 2024 and the release of Madame X), it was the music and mood of Lisbon that inspired her next one. Madame X would become, arguably, Madonna’s most eclectic album to date, with a wide range of sounds, musicians, voices and instrument styles permeating the record. One such example being Maluma’s presence on the album’s lead single, “Medellín.” Maluma ended up being approached about a collaboration at the 2018 VMAs (so, not a total loss for Madonna) and the two quickly struck up a rapport that would last well after finishing their collaboration. Indeed, so “warm” were their feelings toward one another that Madonna even felt obliged to suck Maluma’s toe during their “bed scene” together in the video. After all, this is the woman who famously promoted shrimping on the back cover of her Erotica album.  

    2020, quarantine diaries and hydroxychloroquine post: Among the least sexual of her controversies, there was a period throughout 2020 where Madonna would provide little “snapshots” into her quarantined existence, billing these Instagram videos as her “quarantine diaries.” While some could appreciate the campiness of the content and production, others took offense to Madonna saying things like, “Covid is the great equalizer.” This said from a posh bathtub filled with rose petals.

    To make matters worse, in terms of Madonna coming across as tone deaf and uninformed about Covid, she posted a highly controversial video that promoted the use of hydroxychloroquine as means of curing coronavirus. In other words, she was touting the same remedy as Donald Trump. It definitely wasn’t her finest hour vis-à-vis types of controversy.

    2021, VMAs introduction: Not one to let the next generation forget that she will forever remain the queen of “baring it all” at any age, Madonna showed up to the VMAs in 2021 to give a nod to the fortieth anniversary of the network, telling the audience, “And they said we wouldn’t last. But we’re still here, motherfuckers” before turning around to flash her ass for the camera, 2015 Grammys-style. As usual, Madonna’s exposure of her “illicit” body part got the tongue-wagging reaction she wanted.

    2023, introducing Sam Smith and Kim Petras at the Grammys: Less desirable for Madonna on the tongue-wagging reaction front was her appearance at the 2023 Grammys. Tapped to introduce Sam Smith and Kim Petras performing “Unholy” (which she would also incorporate into the opening of “Like A Prayer” during The Celebration Tour), few were focused on the words Madonna was actually saying as much as they were her face. Of course, it wasn’t the first time comments had been made about her plastic surgery-happy visage, but this backlash over her appearance was among the most merciless to date. So tireless was the commentary about Madonna being “unrecognizable” that it prompted a barrage of think pieces on the subject, including “Madonna’s Face and the Myth of Aging Gracefully.” But if “graceful” means “covering it up” and surrendering to “acting your age,” then, obviously, it’s not for Madonna.

    2024, “daring” to still bare her skin/be sexual during The Celebration Tour: Speaking of not covering it up, while some were likely hoping that Madonna would “stay down” once she was felled by a bacterial infection in the summer of 2023, she got right back up again to parade her body for The Celebration Tour. Unlike the Re-Invention Tour, this was her first all-out, fully admitted greatest hits tour, celebrating a forty-year career that few others, least of all any female pop stars, have rivaled. Continuing to explore her old favorite themes, religion, sexuality and double standards for women, Madonna also incorporated many nostalgic touches into the show, reflecting on her past in a way she never had before, and certainly not during a tour. Of course, for those who might believe that it was a sign of Madonna “slowing down” or “accepting her fate with the reaper,” they have another thing coming. For this “devil woman” isn’t liable to ever stop.

    ***

    Madonna once remarked, “We live in a very puritanical country.” Something she’s seen time and time again in her decade-spanning career. And while it might have seemed that such puritanism was at its peak in the Reagan 80s, it’s no secret that the United States, at its core, has not fundamentally changed with regard to its attitudes about sex and sexually empowered women. As a result, it’s no wonder that Madonna has been branded as “the devil” repeatedly throughout her various “eras.” But at least, by turning sixty-six, she can finally give conservatives “the mark of the beast” to match that accusation.

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  • The Pros and Cons of “Like A Prayer” in Deadpool & Wolverine

    The Pros and Cons of “Like A Prayer” in Deadpool & Wolverine

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    Madonna hasn’t been shy about wanting her music catalogue to be appreciated by “the next generation.” In a 2022 interview with Variety, she even stated as much explicitly: “I’m just looking for interesting, fun ways to rerelease my catalogue and introduce my music to a new generation.” And yes, that was the same interview during which she also added that she had no intention of selling her back catalogue to anyone (as a slew of other “legacy artists” have done of late) because, as she remarked, “Ownership is everything” (an aphorism that has decidedly neoliberal overtones—something Taylor Swift can obviously get on board with).

    As for funneling her music into the ears of a younger generation, it goes without saying that she’s been a fairly noticeable TikTok proponent, engaging with the various trends and challenges of the moment. In 2022, Madonna even experienced a viral blip on the app with, of all things, an unreleased demo called “Back That Up to the Beat” (which was initially composed during her Hard Candy era before making it onto 2019’s Madame X as a bonus track). But her most “interesting” method of reaching a new generation, of late, has been to license “Like A Prayer” for use in Deadpool & Wolverine, the third installment in the Deadpool series of films starring Ryan Reynolds.

    In terms of how that particular single came to be such “a thing” for the movie, Reynolds explained during an interview for Live with Kelly and Mark, “‘Like A Prayer’ has been stuck in my head for six years with respect to this movie, and its application—how we use ‘Like A Prayer’ in the movie is exactly what I’d been thinking about for six years. The problem [was], like, I put it in the script, I built stuff around it and I hadn’t yet asked for permission to use it.” In another interview discussing the song’s use, Reynolds added, “It was a big deal to ask for, and certainly a bigger deal to use it. We went over and met with her and showed her how it was being used and where and why.” (Somehow, one doubts that Harmony Korine did the same for a scene in 1997’s Gummo.)

    But, more than anything, it was “one of her sons” (though it’s unclear if that means Rocco Ritchie or David Banda) being a fan of Deadpool that incited Madonna to take the plunge on licensing such a timeless, beautiful song for a Marvel movie. As Kayla Schaefer (Megan Stalter) on Hacks puts it in season three, “Executives love listening to their kids.” In this case, that executive is Madonna, the CEO of all things Queen of Pop-related. And yet, taking advice from others on what to do with her image and work hasn’t always gone according to plan (think: her strong affiliation with the Bored Ape Yacht Club).

    In this scenario, the consequence of “lending” “Like A Prayer” to such a specific and highly commercial cause is twofold. On the one hand, Madonna has achieved her aim of infecting the minds of a younger generation as that “Like A Prayer” scene makes the rounds on TikTok. On the other, now little ignorant assholes are referring to the track as “the song from Deadpool,” not seeming to comprehend how reductive and disrespectful it is to the true majesty of the work. Maybe Madonna didn’t totally account for how “giving” the song to Reynolds would result in it being subsequently forever associated with 1) a fight scene where Deadpool and Wolverine take on a wide range of other Deadpools and 2) a scene where Hugh Jackman’s abs are prominently focused on as the duo works to prevent the Time Ripper from destroying all timelines.

    Neither scene, of course, really suits the lyrics of “Like A Prayer,” apart from, one supposes, “I can feel your power.” But maybe, beyond that, Reynolds was going for a certain “tone,” and “Like A Prayer” fit the bill more than anything else he could come up with. Even though, in truth, there are many other Madonna songs that might have better embodied the vibe, including “Frozen,” “4 Minutes” and “Give It 2 Me.” Alas, Madonna’s “later” work is rarely as lauded or appreciated as the material she released before the mid-nineties. And when it comes to Marvel movies, choosing the song with the most wide-ranging appeal is the name of the game. Hence, using one of her biggest hits from, what else, the eighties.

    Evidently wanting to get their mileage out of shelling out to license the track, Reynolds as Deadpool even makes a comment about it after emerging from his death brush with Wolverine to inform everyone, “You put a Deadpool and a Wolverine together, make ‘em hold hands while listening to Madonna: indestructible, motherfucker.” Sort of like Madonna herself, who has continuously “reanimated” (a.k.a. reinvented) during every decade of her career to show that her ability to adapt to each new era (whether that means embracing certain technology, apps or, now, film franchises) itself informs her own eras—which then inform pop culture itself. And the cycle goes on and on…presumably in every timeline.

    The major drawback of that, however, is that, as she angles to get her back catalogue into the ears of new listeners (perhaps aware that only the true die-hards are more interested in her releasing new music), she is left with little choice but to dilute the integrity of the original product. And that’s a big digression for someone who once defiantly told her father when he asked of her Blond Ambition Tour, “Can’t you tone it down a bit?”: “No, because that would be compromising my artistic integrity.” This being precisely what Madonna has done (though not for the first time) in opting to have “Like A Prayer” so prominently featured in Deadpool & Wolverine. But maybe it’s better to have the song remembered for being in the latter than so prominently used in the recent fail that was The Idol.

    And, on the note of “failure,” it’s a good thing, for Madonna’s sake, that Deadpool & Wolverine has surpassed the box office receipts of the first two movies—lest Madonna somehow get blamed for being “box office kryptonite” (though that’s technically a DC word) even when she’s not actually in the movie.

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  • Trump Brings Back the Worst of the 80s

    Trump Brings Back the Worst of the 80s

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    Although some could argue that Ronald Reagan’s oppressive regime in the 1980s is part of what fueled better pop culture than the schlock of the moment, one thing that could never be improved was Donald Trump. A man who did become part of the pop cultural lexicon of that era despite being a New York-confined Patrick Bateman type. For whatever reason (apart from The Art of the Deal), he managed to infiltrate the mainstream consciousness—more than likely because, in those days, it was the height of “aspirational” to be rich. Not that it still isn’t, it’s just more “cloaked” behind “earnest,” “let’s save the planet” messaging.

    Trump, obviously, never gave a fuck about that. And still doesn’t. Nor did he ever care about reading, though he did feign being very taken with the “excellent” Tom Wolfe during both men’s heyday. “Excellent” was the word he used to describe the quintessential 80s author in a 1987 interview with Pat Buchanan and Tom Braden when asked what books he was reading. But, of course, 1) he wasn’t actually reading any and 2) Trump couldn’t resist the urge to ultimately say, “I’m reading my own book because I think it’s so fantastic, Tom.” That book was the blatantly ghostwritten The Art of the Deal, released, incidentally, in the month that followed The Bonfire of the Vanities landing on bookshelves everywhere. Indeed, that was the main reason Trump was on the show.

    Oddly, Trump’s book (an oxymoron, to be sure) was the thing that made him become a household name in America, as opposed to just being limited to the niche jurisdiction of New York City and certain parts of New Jersey. As for his abovementioned interview, some have speculated that Bret Easton Ellis used this bizarre moment for Bateman/American Psycho inspiration. For it does smack of Bateman saying whatever the fuck comes to his mind just to see if anyone’s actually paying attention (e.g., saying he’s into “murders and executions mostly” instead of “mergers and acquisitions”). A moment where, in one instant Trump is declaring he’s well-versed in all literature Wolfe but hasn’t yet read The Bonfire of the Vanities, and, in the next, claiming to be reading Wolfe’s “last book.” Which would have been, what else, The Bonfire of the Vanities. He certainly wasn’t talking about From Bauhaus to Our House. And yet, even when caught in a lie, Trump always counted on touting generalities with confidence as a means to deflect from his total lack of knowledgeability.

    So it is that he keeps repeating such generalities as, “He’s a great author, he’s done a beautiful job” and “The man has done a very, very good job.” Finally, realizing that there might be some people out there not falling for his bullshit, he relies on the excuse, “I really can’t hear with this earphone by the way.” (Or, as Mariah would put it, “I can’t read suddenly.”) Trump, in this and so many other ways, has brought back the “art” of the flagrant lie-con that was popularized by some of the 80s’ most notorious swindlers, like David Bloom and Jim Bakker. Everyone wanting to adhere to the “fake it till you make it” philosophy so beloved by the U.S., and which it was essentially founded upon. A “philosophy” that Trump has taken “to heart” his entire life. Except for the fact that, as Tony Schwartz, the true writer of The Art of the Deal, eventually said, Trump doesn’t actually have a heart. More specifically, “Trump is not only willing to lie, but he doesn’t get bothered by it, doesn’t feel guilty about it, isn’t preoccupied by it. There’s an emptiness inside Trump. There’s an absence of a soul. There’s an absence of a heart.”

    And it can be argued that this absence began to extend to the collective of America in a more noticeable way than ever during the Decade of Excess. Uncoincidentally, it was the decade when neoliberalism came back into fashion in a manner as never seen before, courtesy of the “laissez-faire” policies of Reagan and, in the UK, Margaret Thatcher. With such an emphasis on “me first” and “getting ahead at any cost,” it was no wonder that a man like Trump, emblematic of the Wall Street monstrosity that would come to be embodied by Gordon Gekko, was so “revered.” His “lifestyle” coveted. Of course, it was harder then to debunk myths, like the idea that anything about Trump was “self-made.”

    In the backdrop (or foreground, depending on who you ask) of Trump and Reagan representing the worst of the 80s, there were, needless to say, so many amazing things about that decade: the birth of MTV, and with it, a new generation of visual artists (including the 1958 Trinity, Madonna Prince and Michael Jackson), Square Pegs, Golden Girls, Pee-Wee’s Playhouse, They Live, E.T., Dirty Dancing, Flashdance, Footloose (a whole rash of dancing movies, really), any John Hughes movie, the eradication of smallpox, the aerobics craze and Jane Fonda’s Workout, Pac-Man (and the rise of video games in general, culminating in the release of Game Boy in 1989), the early days of the internet and personal computers, the first female vice presidential candidate (Geraldine Ferraro), the fall of the Berlin Wall… So many great, memorable things that should outshine the ickier moments today—like the rampant homophobia in response to AIDS, the Challenger explosion, Irangate, the Chernobyl disaster, New Coke, the rise of the yuppie, the death of vinyl (though it would have the last laugh) and George H.W. Bush managing to win the 1988 election so as to take more “Reaganomics” policies into the 90s.

    And now, Trump wants to bring all the worst of the decade back. The homophobia, the religious overtones (complete with satanic panic), rampant misogyny, the worship of money, the rollback of environmental regulations and, maybe most affronting of all, Hulk Hogan. The latter, like Trump, experienced his own heyday in the 80s, when interest in pro wrestling and the WWE reached an all-time crescendo. And, also like Trump, Hogan has a reputation for, let’s say, embellishing (read: fabricating) his lore. Because he found his success by being an over-the-top wrestler, Hogan never seemed inclined to shed his performative persona. As a result, many will remain forever haunted by Hogan at the RNC a.k.a. Trump rally ripping his shirt off to reveal a Trump/Vance tank top as he screamed, “Let Trumpamania [unclear why he wouldn’t just say ‘Trump Mania,’ but anyway] run wild brother! Let Trumpamania rule again!”

    As many pointed out, it was like seeing the plot of Idiocracy fully realized. A trajectory that can now be rightfully pinned on the “ideals” of the 80s. For while it was the best of times, it was also the worst of times—and those are coming back with a vengeance if Trump manages to win the presidency yet again. On the plus side though, it seems that CDs are making a comeback to align with this potential return to the Decade of Greed.

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  • Robert Downey Jr. is returning to ‘Avengers’ films as a villain in 1 of Marvel’s Comic-Con twists

    Robert Downey Jr. is returning to ‘Avengers’ films as a villain in 1 of Marvel’s Comic-Con twists

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    SAN DIEGO (AP) — Marvel Studios returned to San Diego Comic-Con with dancing Deadpool variants and a choir for a panel that included news about the next two “Avengers” films and surprise guests, including Harrison Ford and Robert Downey Jr.

    Downey is returning to Marvel’s films, but not as Iron Man. He’ll play the villain Victor Von Doom, or Doctor Doom, in at least one of the upcoming “Avengers” movies. Downey kicked off Marvel’s movie successes in “Iron Man” and played the popular character in nine films, but on Saturday appeared wearing Dr. Doom’s mask and a green cloak.

    “New mask, same task,” Downey said to frenzied cheers.

    The Russo brothers, who will be directing the movie featuring Downey, said his appearance in the film is “proof of the unimaginable possibilities in the Marvel multi-universe.”

    The reveal capped a jubilant return by Marvel to Comic-Con’s Hall H.

    Marvel Studios President Kevin Feige kicked off the panel by saying that due to this weekend’s success of “Deadpool & Wolverine,” the sprawling Marvel Cinematic Universe had now topped $30 billion in box-office earnings. In a nod to a scene in the movie, a choir sang Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” before Feige spoke.

    “Deadpool & Wolverine,” released Thursday, has already broken one record and could shatter more in its opening weekend. Feige used Saturday’s panel to chart the course ahead for the MCU, revealing Ford’s character in the next “Captain America” film and revealing “Avengers: Secret Wars and “Avengers: Doomsday” as the titles of the next two films in the epic superhero team-up series. “Doomsday” will hit theaters in 2026.

    Feige said all the actors introduced Saturday would appear in the upcoming “Avengers” movies, which will be directed by Joe and Anthony Russo. The brothers guided the “Avengers” franchise through its sprawling storyline capped by “Avengers: Endgame” in 2019 that included the death of Downey’s Tony Stark/Iron Man character.

    “When we directed ”Avengers: Endgame,” Joe and I truly believed that it was the end of the road for us in the Marvel Cinematic Universe because we had put all of our passion, our love, our imagination into “The Winter Soldier,” into “Civil War,” into “Infinity War,” climaxing all of it with “Avengers: Endgame,” Anthony Russo said. “That four movie run was incredible and it left us creatively spent with all of our emotions on the film. In the time since, through a very special story, Joe and I have come to potentially see a road forward with you.”

    They called “Secret Wars” the “biggest story that Marvel Comics ever told,” and Joe said it was the first comic book run he read as a child that made him “fall in love with comics.”

    Saturday’s session comes after Marvel skipped the convention last year due to the Hollywood strikes, which prevented writers and actors from speaking on panels.

    The cast of “Captain America: Brave New World” — Giancarlo Esposito, Tim Blake Nelson, Danny Ramirez and Anthony Mackie — joined the stage first and teased details about the upcoming film. Esposito revealed that he will be playing the villain, Seth Voelker, also known as Sidewinder.

    When asked about what it was like to join a Marvel project, Esposito said it was a “dream come true.

    “When your dreams come true and you get the call, you walk through the door,” he continued. “I have a great deal of gratitude for all the fans who really had this dream come true, because it was fan casting that linked us together.”

    The cast then stepped aside to share a scene from the movie on the big screen, which revealed that President Thaddeus “Thunderbolt” Ross, played by Ford, is hoping to rebuild the Avengers with Mackie’s Sam Wilson. It also showed Ford’s character transform into the Red Hulk.

    Ford joined the panel after fans were treated to clips from the movie and flexed his muscles to the roaring crowd. He also expressed excitement over his latest role, saying, “I am delighted, and proud to become a member of the Marvel Universe.”

    The cast and director of “Thunderbolts(asterisk)” also surprised fans with a short clip from the movie. Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Florence Pugh, Sebastian Stan and David Harbour (in full costume and speaking in character as the Red Guardian at first) stormed the stage and shared some more details about their characters.

    The film is slated to be released in May 2025.

    The final film teased at the panel was “The Fantastic Four,” starring Pedro Pascal, Vanessa Kirby, Joseph Quinn and Ebon Moss-Bachrach. The movie will begin filming on Tuesday in London, Feige said.

    He said the film will hit theaters in almost exactly one year in July 2025.

    Following a video director Matt Shakman created specifically for Comic-Con that featured the cast in full ’60s glory, he and Feige revealed the official title of the film, “The Fantastic Four: First Steps.”

    The session included no mention of Jonathan Majors, who played the villain Kang the Conqueror and was previously a major part of Marvel’s “Avengers” plans. The actor was fired by the studio after he was convicted in December of assaulting a former girlfriend. He was sentenced to a yearlong counseling program in April and avoided jail time.

    Marvel already took over Hall H on Thursday with an electric panel celebrating “Deadpool & Wolverine,” in which the audience was treated to a full screening and surprise guests joining stars Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman on stage.

    The mounting enthusiasm for the film at Comic-Con was reflected across the country as the fans rushed to see it in theaters, securing the film as the new record holder for the Thursday preview for an R-rated movie. The comic book film sold an estimated $38.5 million worth of movie tickets from preview screenings Thursday.

    The “Deadpool & Wolverine” success woke up a sleepy year for Marvel and assuaged worries about its box-office underperformance in late 2023. The superhero factory hit a record low in November with the launch of “The Marvels,” which opened with just $47 million.

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  • In The Future, Madison Beer Will Make A Song Called “15 Minutes”

    In The Future, Madison Beer Will Make A Song Called “15 Minutes”

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    Andy Warhol was famously (and falsely) attributed with the often misquoted aphorism, “In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.” But what no prophecy could have predicted back then is that, “In the future, Madison Beer will make a song called ‘15 Minutes.’” And that she has, with a video to go with it, co-directed, as usual, by Beer and Aerin Moreno. Granted, Beer’s song isn’t a commentary on pervasive “fame,” so much as how quickly one can fall down the rabbit hole when it comes to lust/love/attraction.

    Like many of Beer’s videos, it has a dreamy, surreal sort of quality, with the premise centered around Beer stumbling upon an escape room in the middle of nowhere. And, also like many of her videos (including the Jennifer’s Body-referencing “Make You Mine”), there is a certain cinematic air, complete with the action movie-ish titles that spell out her name and song at the beginning. A beginning that opens on Beer standing in a desolate landscape before she whips around to face toward the audience, staring at something else in the distance. That something being none other than the escape room that will dominate the entire “plot” of the video.

    As Beer finds herself being inexplicably pulled toward the structure (which looks like the type of place the Unabomber would feel right at home in), she sings the appropriate lyrics, “I couldn’t stop myself, I couldn’t help myself/This isn’t like me, can’t you tell?” It’s then that she gets closer to the ramshackle, bearing a sign that reads, “Got 15 Minutes? Try Our Escape Room.” It comes across like that meme of a creepy “black hole” of an underpass with the words “Free Drugs” and an arrow graffiti’d above it as a means to lure someone vulnerable and naïve enough. Beer, apparently, is just such a type.

    Continuing to sing, “Show me around this place/Take me in your embrace/It feels so right but ain’t it strange?” while getting closer to opening the door, the tension mounts as she leads up to the big breakout of the song (its chorus), prefacing it with, “In this moment all I know is…” before the LOSTBOY and Leroy Clampitt-produced rhythm picks up in time for Beer to belt out, “Fifteen minutes ago, I was layin’ in bed/Then I had a crazy thought in my head/So I took the keys and got in the car/Don’t know how I got here, but baby, here we are.”

    Speaking to an attraction so intense that she can’t fight or deny it—and is therefore unwittingly pulled to the object of her desire like a moth to a flame—Beer wields the metaphor of the escape room literally as she battles to free herself from this potent attraction. Even though, to paraphrase Radiohead, she did it to herself, it’s true, and that’s what really hurts.

    After resisting the wind that tried to push her back and warn her not to go any farther, the scene cuts to Beer suddenly being in the back of a truck that looks like it’s driving through that part of the L.A. River near the Sixth Street Bridge. Pulled back out for a moment to the exterior of the house, the sign informs her, “Your 15 Minutes Starts Now,” at which time she goes back into the house where a digital clock that’s already ticked down to nine minutes left looms behind her. Her outfit has also mysteriously changed to a white cropped tee and white booty shorts that are decidedly diaper-esque. And while she initially looked anxious/frightened to enter the space, she now seems rather excited and titillated by it, holding to a random wheel as she flexes her body and then going over to a pipe (it’s a very industrial space on the inside, evidently) to rub her back against it. Who knew escape rooms could be so “sexy”? Or at least make someone feel that way…

    In the next part of the escape room, Beer this time rubs her back against a row of lockers (the closest she’ll get to Britney in “…Baby One More Time” cachet)—because what could one want to escape from more than high school? After having enough of a “moment” with the lockers, she then goes into the next room, passing an analog clock as she does so. As she searches frantically for something that she cannot name, her eyes set upon a wrench that she uses to break the square glass window at the top center of another door, reaching her arm through it to pull on the handle from the other side. Now, in the next room, the clock has gotten down to six minutes (needless to say, time is elapsed in this three-minute-twenty-two-second video).

    For whatever reason, she arches herself backwards in something like a “Spider-Man getting kissed by Mary Jane” pose before whipping back up to smash this clock with a crowbar. She then runs back through some of the spaces she was already in to find a piled rope that miraculously pulls her by the ankles at rapid speed through another hallway as the beat crescendos to its most frenetic, EDM (or Charli XCX)-sounding vibe yet. At the other side of the hallway, there appears to be an industrial fan that looks as though it might suck her right into it if she reaches the end of that part of the escape room.

    Fortunately, in keeping with the disjointed, surreal nature of the video, before she (not shit) does hit the fan, Beer and Moreno cut to her in the middle of nowhere once again. Right back where she started from. And she’s even back in the same outfit she was in before as well. Because, ostensibly, the escape room unlocks some kind of “alternate dimension” Beer—the one who gives in to her basest, most carnal instincts. For, if you’ll remember, it’s her more moralizing superego self that says at the beginning of the song, “This isn’t like me, can’t you tell?” But in the escape room, all bets are off on “playing it coy.”

    Walking and running down the deserted road after “escaping,” she bears an aura not dissimilar from the sexually satisfied one Madonna has at the end of the “Justify My Love” video (she, too, walk-runs down the hallway of the hotel while smiling and laughing). And yes, Beer offers up some kinky lyrics in that spirit as well, at one point urging, “Show me how much you care/Touch me and pull my hair/Give me emotions I can’t bear/I want you to fantasize, and/Think of it every night/Never forget I made you mine” (that last line being an overt allusion to “Make You Mine”).

    Unlike Madonna, though, Beer has the lack of impulse control that leads her straight back to the escape room when night falls, the sign outside now suggestively asking, “Try Again?” Beer then looks knowingly into the camera before the shot cuts just before we see her leaning in the direction of the entrance. This after repeating the chorus one last time—which, in some sense, evokes the Lana chorus from “Bartender” that goes, “I bought me a truck in the middle of the night/It’ll buy me a year if I play my cards right/Photo free exits from baby’s bedside/‘Cause they don’t yet know what car I drive/I’m just tryna keep my love alive.”

    To conclude the song, though, Beer takes a page out of the Kylie Minogue playbook by repeating, “La, la, la-da-di-da, la, la-da-di-da.” And yes, “la-di-da” is the best way to sum up being inexplicably under someone’s spell, drawn into their world to the point where you feel like you’re in an escape room—that’s how difficult it is to pull yourself out.

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  • Madonna’s “American Pie” Video Is the Closest She’s Come to Identifying With/Admitting to Her “Average Americanness”

    Madonna’s “American Pie” Video Is the Closest She’s Come to Identifying With/Admitting to Her “Average Americanness”

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    The Madonna we know today is one associated with glamor (and yes, that now extends to particularly expensive “beauty treatments”), with being “cosmopolitan.” Rarely, if ever, does she try to do much to actively remind people that she’s from the Midwest. Instead, she frequently cites New York as her “true home” because that’s the place she was really “born” as her real self (it’s more than slightly cheesy, yet she’s not the only “New Yorker” to tout this “chestnut” repeatedly). She’s also prone to straying as far as possible from anything “red state”-related.

    And yet, in 2000, Madonna was perhaps feeling motivated to “unite” the nation during an election year that had already started to stoke fears among liberals of a Republican win. After all, Al Gore still had the (cum) stain of Bill Clinton on him by default, and many voters didn’t see him as being charismatic enough for the presidency (little did they know, charisma would eventually be the last requirement on people’s minds, instead just hoping for their presidential hopefuls to stand upright and/or not spew the most toxic, baseless rhetoric). To boot, the election was still somewhat far-off in the minds of the American people when “American Pie” was released on February 8th. They had no idea that, almost exactly nine months later, on November 7th, the U.S. would be sent into its first political tailspin of the century as George W. Bush refused to cede the election when the networks started to call it in favor of Gore. Instead, he leaned on Florida, saying it wasn’t over yet. Hence, “recount” would become the word of the year so late into it. But yes, before all that, it was easy to wax poetic about America through a cover of Don McLean’s classic.

    To lend an even more personal touch to her William Orbit-ified version of the track, Madonna’s video was intended as a “slice of life” homage to “real” Americans. In other words, the bottom of the barrel people so often referred to derisively as “working class.” Even though Madonna’s own father, Silvio “Tony” Ciccone, was more on the middle-class side of things (he worked as an optical engineer for Chrysler and General Dynamics), it hasn’t stopped her from frequently identifying with the more “blue collar” ilk, at least for the purposes of her “working really hard to make her dream come true” lore. And she did work really hard (yeah, sucking cock!, the misogynists might say as a means to denigrate that hard work). While Tony was the height of the American dream when Madonna was a child and teenager, she then came along to top him (no sexual Electra complex reference intended) on that front. All because of the intense work ethic he instilled within her. A work ethic that one tends to see more in working-class people than middle- and upper-class ones, if only because they’re constantly saddled with more physical, grueling grunt work.

    So it is that “American Pie” pays tribute to this sect of the American population: cab drivers, construction workers, a mother with her daughters, cops, gun sellers… Yes, those last two groups sound decidedly un-Madonna. And they are. Which is part of what makes this video such a unique and rare part of her oeuvre. For, along with this walk of life, she intermingles her usual bread and butter: the gays. It seems to be a move, on her part, designed to show that America is filled with so many different kinds of people who can coexist. That is, once upon a time…

    Even though, looking back, the U.S. doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to showcasing “harmony.” And whenever there was, it was usually belied by the numerous “separate but equal” policies of the nation. For example, the treatment of the LGBTQIA+ community (long before it had that many-lettered moniker). In 2000, gay marriage still wasn’t legal. It wouldn’t be until 2003, and that was only in Massachusetts. As a result, Madonna including so many gay couples kissing in this particular video (one duo even does it front of a church, gasp!) intermixed with “red state types” (that might have later been disgusted to find that they were featured in the same “narrative”) was a big deal. Big enough for her to cop to her Midwestern roots for just four minutes and thirty-five seconds’ worth of time (hell, she even decided to dress “average” in a Charlotte Russe-looking tank top and jeans—though the label on the latter is Cosmic Wonder).

    What’s more, some of the lyrics, despite being written by McLean, are actually quite tailored to Madonna’s own story, including the lines, “I knew that if I had my chance/I could make those people dance/And maybe they’d be happy for a while.” This being the crux of what has driven her to make music for decades (well, that and an insatiable need to be loved and adored). There’s also the mention of how, “I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck” (a play on “bucking bronco,” of course). A description that perfectly suits the teenage Madonna, who felt constantly out of place and was always rebelling in insidious ways (like wearing flesh-colored tights during a performance at school to make everyone think she was pantyless). Then there are the many allusions to religion that also speak to Madonna’s Catholic upbringing, such as, “And do you have faith in God above/If the Bible tells you so?” and “The three men I admire the most, the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost…”

    But more than any lyric, perhaps the most fitting for how Madonna has lived her life is: “Now do you believe in rock and roll?/And can music save your mortal soul?” Even in the darkest hours of the past forty-plus years during which she’s been in the spotlight, Madonna has always seemed to believe that it can. Especially in 2000, when life seemed fairly sinister and uncertain (though no one had any clue that, in hindsight, 2000 would feel like a cakewalk compared to 2024).

    And so, perhaps in the name of “unity”—and setting it as the tone for the new century—Madonna conceded, for just one day out of life, to admit that her past was rooted in the lusterless nature of being an “average American.” Though Madonna never did look quite like any of this lot (maybe that’s why she still keeps herself separate from them via a splitscreen). Probably thanks to her strong Italian and French ancestry. But then, what’s more averagely American than being descended from immigrants?

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  • Lana Del Rey and Quavo’s “Tough” Video: “National Anthem” Meets “Summertime Sadness” With A Dash of “American Pie”

    Lana Del Rey and Quavo’s “Tough” Video: “National Anthem” Meets “Summertime Sadness” With A Dash of “American Pie”

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    It’s been a year of Lana Del Rey harkening back to 2012. And why shouldn’t she? It’s the year she came up in the mainstream, the year when Biden was still acceptable and sentient as vice president and the year, presumably, when the world actually ended (and what we’re all in now is some increasingly bad simulation—or so we tell ourselves for comfort). Del Rey’s “throwback vibe” to the year her debut album was released began with her headlining Coachella performance in April, during which she rode toward the stage on the back of a motorcycle (a nod to her “Ride” video), newly svelte and rocking long, honey-blonde hair. In effect, she very specifically recreated the body and hairstyle she had in 2012 in time for the show. As if that weren’t enough, Del Rey emphasized her point by projecting a hologram of herself onstage during “hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have – but i have it.” The hologram in question was wearing an updated version of the gown Del Rey sported during her forever infamous SNL performance on January 14, 2012 (the date her Coachella billboard called out when asking, in a parody of “Jesus freak” advertising, “Has anyone else died for you?”).

    With her latest single (and her first of 2024), “Tough,” Del Rey continues her “Make 2024 2012 Again” campaign by pulling from “Summertime Sadness” and “National Anthem” mood boards (complete with a grainy, “home movie”-style look). Most especially the latter. But there is a touch of “Summertime Sadness” in terms of the “in nature” setting that serves as the backdrop for “Tough.” Someplace “down-home” in order to suit Del Rey’s impending “country music” transition (though this doesn’t sound like much of an indication of that). The location could be anywhere in the South, really, but Georgia seems the most likely milieu furnishing these backwater roads, considering Quavo’s ties to Atlanta. Wherever it may be, the “Anywhere USA” look of it is the point. And since Del Rey is determined to staying faithful to her Americana shtick, the intent of the video, co-directed by Wyatt Spain Winfrey (who has a few Migos videos under his belt as well), Quavo and Del Rey, is one that speaks to the “wide open with possibility” aura of the United States. Which, as many have seen plenty of in the past decade, is pure myth rather than reality. And it’s a myth that’s getting harder and harder to sell. Even so, it’s apparent that Del Rey still wants to. That she’s still holding tight to the part of her “Ride” monologue when she insists, “I believe in the country America used to be.”

    Indeed, she lays her usual “selling America” angle on thick with one of the first images of the video homing in on an American flag. But not just any American flag—one with Del Rey’s effigy placed at the center and the caption “American Queen” underneath it. Clearly, Del Rey has been spending too much time with Kim Kardashian after shilling for Skims because it’s a decidedly Kardashian mentality to assume that the U.S. population is better off revering celebrities rather than trying to make politicians or other would-be “great minds” into figures that might be even remotely aspirational. No, instead, everyone knows by now that worshipping beneath the flag of fame is perhaps even more American than racism (while racism, in turn, is “as American as apple pie”).

    And, talking of the R word, Del Rey’s unfortunate Instagram post from January of 2021 can’t help but come to mind with her latest “rapper” team-up. That was the word she used as a catch-all for Black people when she said, “My best friends are rappers, my boyfriends have been rappers” in a post promoting Chemtrails Over the Country Club, which she was sure to call out as having plenty of people of color on the cover, “without even trying to.” As she was adamant about declaring, she had simply always been “inclusive” in her work before it was chic/practically mandated if one wants to stay relevant in the entertainment industry. But few examples of Del Rey’s supposed “inclusivity” (as opposed to, say, appropriation—which runs rampant in something like her short film/extended music video, Tropico) spring to mind from those early years except for A$AP Rocky, who so generously agreed to appear as a modern-day JFK in Del Rey’s “National Anthem” video.

    Apparently, this was the year he was on his white woman bullshit, for he was also dating Iggy Azalea before the two broke up in mid-2012 and he then went on to date Rita Ora (both women being examples of C-list musicians in the industry before A$AP graduated to the crème de la crème that is Rihanna). It didn’t seem to matter that he was romantically entwined, for he made it rather convincing that LDR was the Jackie to his Jack in this updated version of watching America crumble in real time.

    In truth, “National Anthem” was far more honest, visually, than “Tough” could ever hope to be in terms of what each says about the United States. A country in perpetual decay. The signs of that decay can’t even be hidden by the “sunnier” portrayal of America—and rural America in particular—in “Tough.” For, right from the get-go, as Quavo pulls up in his Hummer (no fucks given about the environment, even still) to collect Del Rey, he clocks a sign on the fence that reads, “Posted No Trespassing Keep Out.” Not only does it smack of the kind of signage used during the heyday of Jim Crow laws to keep “coloreds” from entering certain spaces, but it also makes one shudder to think about what kind of red state bullshit the duo was willing to endure for the sake of this video’s production.

    Del Rey then enters the frame in that angle/pose/facial expression that echo the ones she gave in “Summertime Sadness.” All of the sudden the two are embracing, getting right into trying to exude the kind of sexual chemistry that has gotten numerous media outlets speculating as to whether or not the two are more than just “musical partners” at this point in time. That same speculation would befall Del Rey and A$AP in the 2010s, with the latter admitting, “I first had had a crush on her from seeing her on the internet—I fell in love with her voice the first time I heard it. I probably heard it in July, August for the first time, I think it was ‘Blue Jeans.’ And from then on, I’m like, I love her!” Del Rey had already mentioned in an interview with Complex that A$AP was her favorite “rapper” (that word again). Over a decade later, that answer seems to have changed to Quavo, with the two sharing the kind of intimacy and sexual tension that “National Anthem” exuded.

    But while “Tough” has the same meandering, plotless nature of other Del Rey videos from recent years (including “Norman Fucking Rockwell/Bartender/Happiness Is A Butterfly,” “Let Me Love You Like A Woman,” “Arcadia” and “Blue Banisters”), “National Anthem” was narrative and statement-heavy. Even “Summertime Sadness,” with its lesbian suicide plot, was as well—especially compared to this. What Del Rey seems to be saying, as usual, is that she lives in a willfully insulated bubble wherein America isn’t the festering turd it’s become, but a place of natural beauty to believe in. Quavo, for whatever reason (maybe sexual interest), is along for the ride—even though he’s the one driving the fossil fuel-emitting Hummer.

    As for Del Rey, she’s been trying to manifest a collaboration with Migos for quite some time before Takeoff was shot dead in 2022. The next best thing for her, one supposes, is this: Quavo (maybe Cardi B wouldn’t have wanted Offset to work with her based on how “cozy” this video looks). And it seems Quavo was happy to let Del Rey take the wheel for the most part on lyrics, with the majority smacking of Del Reyisms such as, “Tough like the stuff in your grandpa’s glass” and “I’m cut like a diamond shinin’ in the rough”—this latter lyric not only being a roundabout tie-in to A$AP Rocky with its Rihanna nod (“Shine bright like a diamond”), but also a callback to her Marilyn-inspired inflection on “National Anthem” when she asks, “Um, do you think you’ll buy me lots of diamonds?” Indeed, as she sits in a meadow-like setting with Quavo sensually fingering his necklace, it feels like that’s the question she’s internally verbalizing.

    In another round of scenes, Del Rey and Quavo sit on a porch, the latter in a rocking chair and the former sitting on his lap while strumming a guitar (again, it’s some loose part of her country rebrand). Around the two-minute-twenty-second mark, the video’s tack shifts into something decidedly “American Pie”-like—meaning the Madonna video from 2000 wherein director Philipp Stölzl shows scenes of “average” Americans throughout, often alongside Madonna dancing with unchoreographed gusto in front of a giant American flag (Madonna was touting that emblem of the U.S. long before Del Rey). Much of the video was, in fact, filmed in the Southern United States. Because that’s where people tend to aim their camera when they want to show the “real” America.

    Del Rey and Quavo, too, proceed to show their viewers “slice of life” instants showcasing the same kinds of “average” Americans (though slightly less interesting than the ones Madonna drummed up). This includes a man mowing his lawn, two men lighting up cigars, a woman sitting on a chair with her pregnant belly exposed, a man’s entirely tattooed back, Lana standing next to a shotgun-toting man with a gray beard (more signs of her Republican nature) and a little boy rubbing his eyes while standing on the grass. In short, if this is America, it’s unclear why Del Rey and Quavo are doing their best to romanticize it. But hey, like LDR says, “Life’s gonna do what it does/Sure as the good Lord’s up above.” Except that “the Lord” being up above is hardly sure at all.

    Parading the “iconography” of America—including a house with a giant cross proudly displayed on the exterior and a slew of Mack (or Mack-adjacent) trucks they pass by on the road—Quavo and Del Rey wander the South like a crimeless version of Holly Sargis (Sissy Spacek) and Kit Carruthers (Martin Sheen) in Badlands. And in the final scenes, they switch into a different vehicle: a red Chevy (“Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry”) pickup truck with dice hanging from the rearview mirror (very “LDR aesthetic” of course).

    Del Rey’s “road obsession” has taken many turns (pun intended) over the years, and it’s certainly made her the “Queen of Cars” even over Charli XCX. The motif of constantly wandering in search of a sense of place is, to be sure, a decidedly American feeling. Thus, Del Rey sings, “Here, say where you come from/It’s not what you wanna do, it’s what you’re gonna do/Now, it’s no place to run.” Tapping into the idea of how Americans are taught to “make something of themselves,” regardless of where they’re from, Del Rey ignores the reality that where you come from does matter in terms of securing what the U.S. deems “prosperity.” Where and how you grew up affects everything about your life trajectory in the U.S. More and more, Del Rey is fond of perpetuating an image of herself as a “simple country girl” who grew up in poverty in Lake Placid. Hence the line, “If you come from where you come, then you were born tough.” Try telling that to someone like Del Rey’s “bestie,” Taylor Swift, who grew up in a comfortable, dream-supported environment (yet has the gall to say, “You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me”). But the truth is, you’re not exactly tough if you come from a place like Scarsdale. Nonetheless, Del Rey wants to deny her own non-tough roots, therefore can’t see something like that (perpetuating her “pulled myself up by my own bootstraps” “lore” in a similar way on “Let Me Love You Like A Woman” when she announces, “I come from a small town, how ‘bout you?”). Plus, with Quavo by her side for assured “tough credibility,” Del Rey is certain no one will argue with her about that moniker.

    And yet, a certain headline from The Cut in 2014 comes to mind when thinking about how LDR bills herself as “tough,” and that is: “Self-Proclaimed Gangsta Lana Del Rey Shops With Her Parents.” An act about as “gangsta” as going on a scenic nature drive, making idyllic stops along the way. But since “gangsta” is all about projecting the image of “toughness,” maybe Del Rey can still subscribe to it based on the scenes and people she’s associating with in “Tough.” And what’s more American than projecting an image built on smoke and mirrors?

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  • How to Have a BRAT Summer

    How to Have a BRAT Summer

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    From the moment Megan Thee Stallion crowned summer 2019 “Hot Girl Summer,” each subsequent summer has fought to earn its own moniker. And just before the solstice, Charli XCX came to claim the crown with her album BRAT. The very instant the neon green album cover made its way to our Spotify feeds, it was clear it would be an instant classic.

    And now, after sitting with the album for a few weeks — and blasting it through my headphones like armor against the heatwave — it’s undeniable that these timeless tracks will define summer 2024. So everyone, like your pilot after a flight, I’d like to be the first to welcome you to BRAT summer.


    Let’s be clear: BRAT summer is an extension of the summer of
    gay pop. Look at the charts, and you’ll discover that many of this summer’s favorite earworms are made by and for the gays. Happy Pride from the queer community! Songs like “Good Luck Babe!” by our favorite performer Chappell Roan [who we interviewed here!] and “LUNCH” by alt-pop queen Billie Eilish are proudly queer anthems that aren’t going anywhere all summer and beyond. And while Charli isn’t queer herself, she’s a cornerstone of the queer music community. Her impact on the gay music scene cannot be ignored — she did the soundtrack to the lesbian cult film Bottoms, for goodness sake. And that’s to say nothing of her years making gay pop bangers before Jojo Siwa crowned this the summer of the genre.

    Think of it like the parents who get citizenship in a country because their children were born there. For many queer folks, Charli is mother, and her music is directly influenced by and produced for LGBTQIA+ audiences. She follows a tradition of other hyperpop divas who have become icons in the queer community. Madonna. Kylie Minogue. Lady Gaga. Charli XCX.

    Though for too long she was relegated to “gay famous” — aka only a household name to queer people and mostly unknown to mainstream pop charts — everyone has finally caught on. So if you’re new to Charli standom, welcome to a party so fun you’ll never want to leave.

    BRAT is Charli’s seminal work — no wonder this is the record drawing the most public intrigue and influence of her career. She teased the album for months. With interviews, campaigns, DJ shows, and even announcing a joint tour with Troye Sivan, Charli was telling us to get ready for BRAT summer for months. For a while, some even wondered if it would live up to the hype. Luckily, it has exceeded it.

    In her cover story interview for THE FACE magazine, she described
    BRAT as “irresistible club pop made by a dyed-in-the-wool party girl.” And she delivered on her promise. BRAT is infectious and instantly timeless. It’s party fodder that’s surprisingly poignant. It’s not just an album, it’s a lifestyle. And everybody’s going to be living it all summer long.

    Already,
    BRAT has brought back partying. Even The New York Times has caught on — they recently published an article on partying in the new age. It included items like social media etiquette and not taking off your shoes in someone’s apartment. Overall, it feels like a treatise on BRATty behavior.

    Consider this our take. From how to dress to how to act, here’s the Popdust guide to having a BRAT summer.

    Bring back indie sleaze

    Every year since the pandemic, fashion blogs have been predicting the return of indie sleaze. This Tumblr-era aesthetic reigned during the height of the early 2010s party girl era. It was characterized by cigarettes, ripped tights, and smudged eyeliner. It was embodied by Tumblr icons like Alexa Chung and the rest of the “rockstar girlfriend” set. And, in recent years, many of its markers have returned.
    Arctic Monkeys put out a new album. Everyone is preoccupied with It-Girls again. But Indie Sleaze as an aesthetic has failed to regain its grip on the youth culture.

    However, BRAT might be singlehandedly bringing back that vibe. It makes me want to put on a crop top and buy a choker. It makes me yearn for American Apparel days and wearing Doc Martens to the club. The #CleanLook aesthetic is out. Dressing for the most feral night of your life? In. Call it inner child healing and go full tilt into Tumblrcore.

    Add one more accessory to your outfit before leaving the house

    Allegedly, Coco Chanel once said: “Before you leave the house, look in the mirror and remove one accessory.” Clearly she was not a BRAT. Instead, add an accessory to your look each time you leave the house. Being a BRAT is about being over the top. It’s about buying the rhinestone and bedazzled tourist caps when you’re on vacation. It’s about giant sunglasses at night. It’s not just about accessorizing, it’s about
    over-accessorizing.

    My rule of thumb is to pick a go-to accessory and exaggerate it as much as possible. For example, if you love a funky earring, commit to the biggest, most outrageous earrings you can find. Personally, I adore rings, so this summer, I’m literally stacking every ring I own every day. If my hands weigh as much as my head, I’m doing it right.

    Don’t sleep in your makeup — but make it look like you did

    The cardinal sin in beauty is sleeping in your makeup. You run the risk of clogging your pores, activating or worsening acne, causing premature aging, drying out your skin barrier, and irritating your dermis. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. You’re also missing out on all the potential benefits of your nighttime skincare routine when your skin needs the TLC the most.

    Being a BRAT might be about being booked and busy, but it’s also about keeping yourself at your best to do it all over again tomorrow. So, no, don’t use BRAT summer as an excuse to sleep in your makeup, but use it as inspiration to
    look like you slept in your eyeliner.

    I’m talking thick brows, smudged eyeliner, smoky shadow, and finger blush. Apply with no caution whatsoever, and you have the look.

    Say yes — to everything.

    Consider that one Jim Carrey movie
    Yes Man. When he’s bound to say yes to everything, hilarity ensues. In real life, the same is true. Doing it for the plot, as the kids say, can open doors you never expected. In the winter, I’m protective of my boundaries and selective about what I do. In the summer, I’ll take any opportunity to be outside.

    An extension of this rule is keeping the conversation open. Don’t just ask people what they’re doing, ask them if you can tag along. You’ll be surprised how often they tell you that the more, the merrier.

    Don’t flake

    Saying yes to plans is a commitment. But it’s not very BRATty to cancel at the last minute. Once you affirm plans, respond to a Partiful invite, or slide up on someone’s story about a house party, you’re bound to it. Even if you only go for a moment, show your face, and leave, it’s better than flaking completely.

    Dance!

    In the song “girl, so confusing” (not the version with Lorde, but we’ll get there), Charli says: “Think you should come to my party and put your hands up!” The queen has spoken — y’all better put your hands up.

    It might seem like a given since we’re talking about parties, but people don’t want to clock in and dance anymore. It’s time to break the cycle. This summer, let’s make a pact to actually dance at parties. No more standing on the walls, trying to look cool and nonchalant. Being a BRAT is about being chalant.

    Think Troye Sivan in his icon run of music videos last year. I want to channel “Get Me Started” energy to every song on
    BRAT. You don’t have to have full choreo, but let the music move you, for goodness sake! That’s what it’s for.

    Especially if they’re playing throwback 2000s and 2010s recession-pop

    This one is for the DJs: If you’re playing
    BRAT at the club (you should be), it’s best paired with recession pop. Play Charli mixed with the greats and their own pop bangers. BRAT is influenced by the music of the past decade. And considering Cahrli has been making music that whole time, BRAT is an homage to this era. The best way to pay it respect is by

    Pregame with sad girl music

    A BRAT is complicated. They contain multitudes. They’re complex and layered. Behind the party girl exterior is a deep yearning that can only be soothed by sad girl music. If you’re watching
    Lana Del Rey’s Coachella 2024 performance on YouTube before going out, congratulations, you’re a BRAT.

    I personally find that starting the pregame with Phoebe Bridgers, moving on to Billie Eilish, and ending with Charli sets the perfect mood. You have to work your way up to Charli. You have to emotionally earn it.

    Wired headphones forever

    The above is true when you’re alone, too. Listening to music in your headphones, it better be either La Del Rey or Charli this summer. But the headphones themselves matter. Until they make neon green skins for your bulky wireless Airpods, wired earphones are the official choice for a BRAT summer. Whether you choose the classic Apple earphones or trendy ones like the Koss vintage-inspired earphones,
    as long as they have a wire, you’re good.

    Ponder the meaning of life

    “I think about it all the time, that I might run out of time,” ponders Charli on BRAT. “My career feels so small in the existential scheme of it all,” she ends the song, “i think about it all the time,” before leading into a song of the summer, “365.” Clearly, her career means something — both to her and the culture. And it’s a sign to us all. It’s normal to ponder the meaning of life, to spiral at the club, to have an existential crisis in the car on the way home. As long as you show up and dance.

    Take digitals. Post the good, bad, and the ugly

    Every other year comes a photo trend. During Tumblr, it was the Polaroid camera. For the past few years, it’s been the disposable. Now, it’s the digital cameras. While we don’t have to bring back Facebook albums compiling every photo from every night, I shudder to recall that dark time, digital cameras offer both whimsy and functionality. Just don’t dilly-dally before sharing with your friends.

    It’s also about being real online and offline. There’s no room for shame or regret when you’re a BRAT. So post every pic, even if your eye is half closed — in fact, that makes you seem cooler. Like, wow, you’re too busy living your super cool and awesome life to stress about your photos. And I’ll be in the likes of all your photo dumps and stories because BRATs support BRATs.

    No beef. Work it out on the remix

    Undoubtedly, the most viral storyline from the BRAT rollout came a few weeks later with a remix. Many had already speculated that the song was about Cahrli and Lorde’s purported beef. After years in the industry, the two kept being compared to each other and Charli has spoken out about these comparisons before. While they weren’t fighting it out on Instagram Live, the fans hyped up this so-called rivalry. It finally seemed like Charli was addressing it in “girl, so confusing,” a song straight out of the
    Barbie soundtrack (which she also worked on).

    So, imagine all of our surprises when Lorde and Charli worked it out on the remix. Released days after the initial album, “The girl, so confusing version with Lorde” was a surprisingly vulnerable and completely powerful move to end this alt-girl beef. Lorde hopped on the track to talk about her insecurities and the defense mechanisms we make to protect ourselves and hurt other people. I almost cried to that heavy pop beat. And Charli wouldn’t have it any other way.

    In a world filled with nonsensical (though entertaining) feuds like Kendrick and Drake, this summer is about working it out on the remix. It’s about supporting other BRATs. And inviting that girl you think hates you to your party. Truly iconic.

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  • “360” Featuring Robyn and Yung Lean Continues to Showcase Charli XCX’s Commitment to the Art of the Remix

    “360” Featuring Robyn and Yung Lean Continues to Showcase Charli XCX’s Commitment to the Art of the Remix

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    A collaboration between Charli XCX and Robyn and Charli XCX and Yung Lean, respectively, has seemed like a long time coming. That said, perhaps Charli XCX saw fit to kill two birds with one stone by offering a remix of “360” that features both artists on it. Charli’s nods to Robyn have been steadfast in recent years, showing her love (song allusion intended) most recently by sampling “Cobrastyle” (from Robyn’s 2005 self-titled album) for “Speed Drive” on the Barbie Soundtrack

    As for her connection to Yung Lean, it should be fairly obvious that the two share certain similar “Tumblrcore” sensibilities. Put these three together in the blender that is the “360” remix and the result is actually more disjointed than one would expect. Yet, somehow, it works. And maybe part of the discordant cohesion stems from both Robyn and Yung Lean being Swedes. After all, it’s no secret that solid gold pop/dance music just naturally courses through the veins of the Swedish. So no wonder Yung Lean flexes, “We put this shit together so carelessly.” While other musicians might not want to make that assertion based on how it might open their song up to more than just light criticism for being “sloppy,” here the braggadocio works in favor of the song’s overall “charmingly arrogant” aura. 

    Besides, if anyone can back up the right to be arrogant about their music, it’s Robyn. Which is exactly why she self-referentially touts, “​​Killin’ this shit since 1994/Got everybody in the club dancing on their own.” Charli, too, has been in the music game long enough to have earned some of her bratty hauteur, which commences in the very first line of the remix with, “They-they-they all wanna sound like me.” And yes, based on the recent shade thrown at Camila Cabello for effectively imitating Charli’s “hyperpop” sound for her C,XOXO “era,” it would seem the internet is well-aware of XCX’s influence and saturation into the mainstream that once kept her boxed out (that is, until she decided to do a parody of being mainstream with Crash). At the very least, though, Camila seems to know better than to release C,XOXO before Brat, with the former coming out three weeks after the latter. 

    Not that it would faze Charli either way, whose confidence level reaches another peak in “360” when she sings, “Me and Lean and Robyn, we don’t even have to practice/We got many hits, get you feeling nostalgic.” To be sure, Charli hits like “Boom Clap,” “I Love It, “Fancy” and “1999” (the most nostalgic of all) always get the crowds in a frenzy. Needless to say, if Robyn and/or Yung Lean ever did join her onstage for the version of “360,” it would cause all-out mayhem in the audience. Even more than if Addison Rae decided to cameo for the remix version of “Von Dutch.” Both remixes, by the way, are made to sound like altogether entirely different songs (with “360” remaining faithful only to the original backing music). 

    While remixes of the past might have only added in an extra verse from the new person appearing on it (e.g., the Left Eye version of “No Scrubs” [which should have been the “normal” version to begin with] or Ariana Grande’s ill-advised decision to include Mariah Carey on the remix for “yes, and?”), Charli has set a gold-standard precedent for making entirely new tracks through her remixes (hear also: “Welcome to My Island”). While others might be content to provide a few barely noticeable tweaks, Charli treats the remix with the same reverence that Madonna’s remixers usually do (including the likes of William Orbit, Victor Calderone, Tracy Young, Stuart Price, Junior Vasquez, Paul Oakenfold, etc.). And that is the mark of someone who truly cares about dance music. 

    Not that there was ever any doubt in the minds of Charli fans that she wasn’t hopelessly devoted to the genre. A genre she single-handedly helped reinvent at the dawn of the 2010s and continues to perfect as the 2020s forge ahead, filled with plenty of events that would make it otherwise difficult to even conceive of dancing without a bit of encouragement to do so from her music. 

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  • Mondo Bullshittio #49: Attempting to Sue Madonna For Being “Pornographic”

    Mondo Bullshittio #49: Attempting to Sue Madonna For Being “Pornographic”

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    In a series called Mondo Bullshittio, let’s talk about some of the most glaring hypocrisies and faux pas in pop culture…and all that it affects.

    If one was under the misguided assumption that the collective population has been far too desensitized since the days when, for example, “Justify My Love” was causing enough of a stir to get banned from airplay on MTV, rest easy: being scandalized by Madonna’s sexuality is still alive and well. Or so the latest lawsuit stemming from The Celebration Tour would have one believe. While fans might have thought that the fresh complaint would stop at being related to her tardiness (a long-standing trait of Madonna’s when it comes to arriving onstage any “earlier” than ten p.m.), the most recent disgruntled concertgoer has upped the ante by centering his grievance on the pop singer’s penchant for exhibiting “pornography without warning.” If this causes a bit of a laugh (as it should), that’s likely because, if Madonna’s various reinventions throughout her career have all shared one thing in common, it’s this: sexually provocative content. 

    As a rebuttal, some might point out that now fabled period during the early years of her marriage to Guy Ritchie when Madonna was cosplaying a “staid” English country housewife, complete with serving as the cover star of Good Housekeeping and writing a series of children’s books (which were met with the narrow-minded response that the woman who wrote Sex shouldn’t be “permitted” to tell children’s stories). But even during that period, her always radiating sexuality was present in videos like 2003’s “Hollywood” (which itself was a nod to the Erotica era at the end when she’s hitchhiking), 2003’s art installation collab with Steven Klein, X-STaTIC PRO=CeSS, locking lips with Britney and Christina at the 2003 VMAs, 2005’s “Hung Up,” featuring a moment (in both video and live performance form) where Madonna writhes in orgiastic ecstasy with her then current cabal of dancers, and pretty much any of the visuals (picture or video) for her 2008 Hard Candy album. Not so coincidentally, 2008 would mark the year of her divorce from Ritchie. 

    All of which is to say that Madonna has never really tried to suppress her sexuality for the sake of catering to other people’s comfort levels. Even when she “put her clothes back on” for the Bedtime Stories/Something to Remember era, it wasn’t as though her lingerie didn’t still peer out (very much so in the “Take A Bow” video, for instance). What’s more, M’s predilection for skin-baring has only seemed to amplify in the years when our patriarchal society would expect/“demand” that she “cover up” (the MDNA Tour comes to mind). The Celebration Tour proved no exception to the rule, with an entire segment of the show featuring Madonna clad in nothing but a red silk slip with black lace embellishments.

    This ensemble, appropriately, was worn during the Act II portion of the show that most likely caused “offense” to the plaintiff (whose name is quite public but will not be mentioned here). During this part of the concert, Madonna sings her most notoriously sexy songs, including “Erotica,” “Justify My Love,” “Hung Up” a.k.a. “Hung Up on Tokischa” (a select performance of which allowed Tokischa the chance to join Madonna onstage at Madison Square Garden to engage in one of their numerous public besos since meeting one another). 

    Many of the headlines about the lawsuit are sure to include not only the phrase “sued by fan” (a label that doesn’t really befit someone who claimed to be surprised by Madonna’s sexual “escapades” onstage), but also “sued by a male fan.” In fact, the lawsuit against Madonna for her tardiness at Barclays was also brought against her by two male fans. And, you know, not to stereotype, but one can presume said fans are gay. Which makes this look like, well, the worst kind of cunty queen behavior. Not to mention rooted in a particular kind of gay male misogyny. After all, the fan in question was seemingly most affronted by being “forced to watch topless women on stage simulating sex acts.”

    First of all, “forced”? Please. Secondly, it’s interesting that “topless” (a.k.a. wearing flesh-colored clothing) women should be called out by a man. Not usually a problem for most straight men—which is what leads one to believe the plaintiff is gay or gay-adjacent. What’s more, Madonna actually did have a topless dancer open her concert (and appear topless repeatedly thereafter) during 1993’s The Girlie Show. A tour that, even more than Blond Ambition, touted Madonna’s “pornographic” brand. And, speaking of Blond Ambition, one ought to bear in mind that Madonna actually did “simulate sex acts” by way of her illustrious masturbation sequence at the end of “Like A Virgin.” A performance so controversial it almost got her arrested in “the fascist state of Toronto,” as immortalized in Truth or Dare.

    A replica of the bed she performed that very act of self-love on was, appropriately (or inappropriately, to some), displayed in all its full glory at the opening of Act II, as Madonna performed the same arm-centric choreography fans would recognize from the “Papa Don’t Preach” of Blond Ambition. With this bed serving as the “harbinger” of what “sexual hijinks” were yet to, er, come, Madonna did technically give more than enough of a hint to anyone who might not be expecting “pornography.” And yes, maybe this plaintiff has never actually seen any real pornography in order to understand that The Celebration Tour was not that.

    Then again, these are times fraught with “highly sensitive” (read: performatively fragile) people. In addition to extremely sue-happy ones, often seeking to make a fast buck from someone they view as having plenty to spare. Alas, one imagines that this plaintiff really didn’t think his accusation through. For Madonna’s lawyers have ample evidence to support her lifelong commitment to being a “pornographer.” Ergo, it being no surprise when she flaunts such “porno predilections” onstage.

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  • Singer Madonna Sparks New Romance With Boxer Richard Riakporh – 247 News Around The World

    Singer Madonna Sparks New Romance With Boxer Richard Riakporh – 247 News Around The World

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    • Madonna, the iconic pop star, has sparked a new romance with British boxer Richard Riakporhe.
    • The two were spotted together at a boxing match in London, fueling speculation about their relationship.
    • Riakporhe, a cruiserweight boxer, has won multiple titles and is currently ranked among the top cruiserweights in the world.
    • Madonna, known for her groundbreaking music and provocative persona, is 64 years old, while Riakporhe is 33.

    Madonna Louise Ciccone, born on August 16, 1958, is an iconic American singer, songwriter, and actress, widely regarded as the “Queen of Pop.” Known for her continual reinvention and versatility in music production, songwriting, and visual presentation, Madonna has left a profound impact on popular culture.

    Her music often incorporates social, political, sexual, and religious themes, sparking both controversy and critical acclaim. Madonna’s influence extends beyond music, making her a prominent cultural figure spanning the 20th and 21st centuries.

    Singer Madonna Sparks New Romance With Boxer Richard Riakporh | PINKVILLA

    Madonna began her career in modern dance after moving to New York City in 1978. She performed with various rock bands, including Breakfast Club and Emmy, before achieving solo stardom with her 1983 self-titled debut studio album.

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    Singer Madonna Sparks New Romance With Boxer Richard Riakporh

    A new story of a romance with the 34-year-old British boxer Richard Riakporhe by the iconic pop star Madonna has recently emerged. This happened just after she separated from Josh Popper which attracted a lot of attention.

    Madonna and Riakporhe have become even closer in the past few weeks according to some reports. The 65-year-old singer sparked those rumors last month when she posted a photo of herself sitting on his knees saying she “ had to sit somewhere”.
    The two are said to have met through common friends at an event in the fashion industry where their bond started
    developing.

    “Richard and Madonna get along very well; they have amazing energy when they’re together – it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. They’re just good friends for now,” a source told The Sun newspaper.

    Things went south between her and Josh, 30, a couple of months ago after being together for some time due to Madonna’s rigorous 7-month tour schedule that made it difficult for them to spend much time with each other. Nevertheless, they remain close friends even after parting ways romantically.

    Should she be in London, Riakporhe hinted at a possible appearance from Madonna during his world title fight against Chris Billam-Smith at Selhurst Park Stadium.

    Singer Madonna Sparks New Romance With Boxer Richard Riakporh
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    Being born on January 5th, 1990 to Nigerian parents, Richard Riakporhe grew up on the Aylesbury Estate in London where he was given birth. At an incredible height of 6’5”, this man has knocked out 13 opponents out cold in 17 matches so far which is very impressive indeed. When Richard was just 15 years old he survived being stabbed while trying to rob him at knifepoint therefore his life took a different turn since then.

    The nature of their relationship remains uncertain but the closer they get, the more attention it attracts from both fans and media organizations alike. Given that they are two big names within different industries, it would not be surprising if something romantic blossomed between them.

    Madonna Relationship Timeline Explored

    Madonna has had several relationships over many years. Below is a comprehensive timeline of her most famous ones:
    In the late 70s and early 80s, she was with musician Dan Gilroy from 1979 to 1980. In 1979, she also dated Patrick Hernandez but it didn’t last long either.

    During the early 1980s, Madonna went out with some men such as Mark Kamins (1982), Jellybean Benitez (1983-1985), and Steve Neumann (1983) as well as having flings with Michael Stewart and Futura 2000 all in 1982.
    Her marriage to actor Sean Penn which took place in 1985 after they dated for some time became the most publicized union among many others in this period since they divorced four years later – 1989.

    Singer Madonna Sparks New Romance With Boxer Richard Riakporh
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    In the late 80s through early 90s more men came into her life before Madonna settled down again: Warren Beatty from1989-1990; John Kennedy Jr in 1988 then Vanilla Ice between 1991-1992 followed by Tony Ward from 1990-1991 alongside Carlos Leon (1994-1997) – fathering their child Lourdes together.

    It was not until 2000 that she married British director Guy Ritchie but even this relationship did not end up lasting forever as they divorced eight years later – 2008.

    After parting ways with Ritchie, Madonna found love again with younger guys who include model Jesus Luz 2008; dancer Brahim Zaibat 2010-2013; choreographer Ahlamalik Williams from 2019 up to date where reports also say that boxer Josh Popper might be her current boyfriend.

    Throughout Madonna’s dating history there has been a lot said about her being involved with much younger men but at no any given point did she apologize for any of these decisions. She also opened up about how difficult it becomes sometimes to find true love after admitting that marrying again wasn’t the best idea during an interview she had last year 2022.

    Madonna has been one of the most successful and influential artists of her generation for over 40 years, despite her chaotic personal life. Her romances have frequently captivated both fans and the media.

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  • All the Best Red Carpet Fashion from the 2024 Cannes Film Festival

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    It’s time for one of the most glamorous events of the year—the Cannes Film Festival. Every May, filmmakers, producers, directors, actors and other A-listers make their way to the French Riviera for 12 days of movie screenings, parties and, of course, plenty of glitzy red carpets and exciting fashion moments on La Croisette.

    The Cannes Film Festival is surely one of the most exciting red carpets of the season; it’s a solid 12 days of fashionable celebrities bringing their sartorial best to the resort town in the South of France, and attendees never fail to go all out with their ensembles. The Cannes red carpet has already given the world some truly iconic fashion moments, from Princess Diana’s baby blue Catherine Walker gown and Jane Birkin’s sequins and wicker basket ensemble to Madonna’s Jean Paul Gaultier cone bra and Anne Hathaway’s white Armani Privé frock, and the 2024 iteration of the film festival is sure to add even more to the list.

    The 77th annual Cannes Film Festival is already sure to be an especially star-filled extravaganza; Greta Gerwig is serving as the jury president for the main competition, and the three Honorary Palme d’Or awards will be given to Meryl Streep, Studio Ghibli and George Lucas. The star-studded film line-up of highly anticipated movies includes Francis Ford Coppola’s Megalopolis (starring Adam Driver), Yorgos LanthimosKinds of Kindness (with Emma Stone, Jesse Plemons and Willem Dafoe), Paul Schrader’s Oh, Canada (with Richard Gere, Uma Thurman, Michael Imperioli and Jacob Elordi), Andrea Arnold’s Bird (with Barry Keoghan) and so many more.

    The 2024 Cannes Film Festival runs from May 14 to May 25, and we’re keeping you updated on all the best red carpet moments throughout the entire spectacle. Below, see the best-dressed looks from the Cannes Film Festival red carpet.

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    Meryl Streep

    in Dior 

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    Eva Green

    in Armani Privé

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    Greta Gerwig

    in Saint Laurent

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    Léa Seydoux

    in Louis Vuitton

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    Taylor Hill

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    Helena Christensen

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    Heidi Klum

    in Saiid Kobeisy

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    Lily Gladstone

    in Gucci

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    Romee Strijd

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    Jane Fonda

    in Elie Saab

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    Juliette Binoche

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  • Madonna Rises Again at Toyota Center

    Madonna Rises Again at Toyota Center

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    Madonna
    Toyota Center
    March 28, 2024

    Some Christians refer to Easter as a celebration, but the more appropriate nomenclature might be “observance” or maybe “commemoration.” After all, a lot of heavy stuff happened before the celebratory part, in the Christian tradition. Madonna’s current tour is dubbed the Celebration Tour but, like this weekend’s holiday, her show last night at Toyota Center felt less festive than ceremonial.

    This is not to say she, a gaggle of enthusiastic fellow performers and her acolytes, who nearly filled the arena to capacity, weren’t having fun. There were moments of true joy, especially during the show’s closing run of songs, when we were rewarded for enduring the rough parts of the story with Peeps and the chocolate bunny with those hard, sugary eyeballs. Love those! But, the program was also a reflective, moody, sometimes baffling, chaotic, fun and ultimately triumphant history of one of the last half-century’s most notable cultural icons. Over two-and-one-half hours, hits from Madonna’s catalog were expertly presented as a chronology of her career from its early days in New York City, but also grouped as needed to showcase her diverse notions on art during those 40 years. Call it the gospel according to Madonna.

    Let’s just get this part out of the way, since many have already asked: did she start her show on time? She’s Madonna, so she’s nonplussed by the litigious nature of the residents of Harris County (or any other county) or its 20,000 lawyers. Sure, someone somewhere else filed a civil action against Madge for not starting “on time.” As her faithful fans at Toyota would attest, when Madonna starts the show, it’s right on time. (Though, to be clear, she didn’t hit the stage until 10 after 10 p.m., about 90 minutes from the advertised start).

    The opener was not an early hit from her eponymous 1983 debut album, but was “Nothing Really Matters” – you know, like the concept of time. Okay, it probably wasn’t a poke in the eye of those watching the clock, but it was a good kickoff selection. By the time she appeared to sing its set-the-stage lines, “Everything I give you all comes back to me” to an adoring, giving-it-back crowd, the moment was built to a frenzy by a five-minute intro from more than a dozen dancers and Bob the Drag Queen going high priestess to deliver Madonna to the stage.

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    Note: No media photography was approved for Thursday’s Houston show. This photo is from the London opening of the Celebration World Tour and was provided by the tour.

    “Everybody” and “Into the Groove” came next and allowed her to speak to the crowd for a first time about that way back era of the 1980s. She said she sometimes loved the dance styles of those days and “sometimes I’m embarrassed by it.”

    “I am going to tell you the story of my life,” she told the crowd and then asked, “Are you ready for it?” And the crowd roared, of course. “This show is like me opening up my journal and reading you stories you have never heard before.

    “It’s really important that we never forget where we come from,” she said. “The early days of struggle and starving and being broke and having people shit on you, stab you, rob you, rape you – yes, that’s true, all those things are true. I’m reading from my journal.”

    Journal or bible? These borderline blasphemous ideas about Madonna’s show were spurred by Madonna, of course, with all the religious imagery one would expect and her pronouncement that she’s been excommunicated from the Catholic church three times. The night’s best gospel entries, the ones which rang truest, were the ones where Madonna was front and center.

    For instance, 1986’s “Live to Tell” was a nearly perfect moment of the show, with her delivering the song splendidly while video curtains fell over the crowd revealing some famous AIDS victims like Arthur Ashe and Keith Haring, and then hundreds of nameless brothers and sisters who presumably also have left us. It was a rough part of the story, before the bonnets and baskets, but a real part of Madonna’s story and reflective of her alignment with the LGBTQ community over the years. Later, there were nods to Prince and Michael Jackson in the show, and those moments too felt impactful. Looking at old photos of her and them on the video screens, her journal entry read, “survivor,” the last one standing in this vaunted pop trinity. Melancholia set in a little, despite “Billie Jean” and “Like a Virgin” playing and inviting us to dance.

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    Note: No media photography was approved for Thursday’s Houston show. This photo is from the London opening of the Celebration World Tour and was provided by the tour.

    The run bunching “Like a Prayer,” “Erotica,” “Justify My Love” and “Hung Up” together took the evening’s theatrics to a level that possibly didn’t benefit the show. These songs featured lots of dancers who were amazing and giving us so much to see as to nearly do the impossible and obscure Madonna. One show companion messaged from their seat in the upper deck, “The elaborate stage and passioned dancers outshine their mother.” When she rambled to the crowd for an extended period of time again later in the set, that companion texted, “Whose drunk tia is this?”

    There were all sorts of faux trysts occurring onstage all night, polyamorous adventures of he, she, they, them and Madonna, from a menage a trois in “Open Your Heart” to our heroine enjoying a bit of simulated cunnilingus during “Vogue.” (I don’t remember that in the iconic video). Enticing as hard chiseled bodies and bare breasted dancers engaging in a musical orgy might be, after awhile it just felt tiresome. “I feel like I’m watching someone masturbate to a video of themselves masturbating,” my friend in the not-so-cheap nosebleed seats memoed.

    Because she’s Madonna, she closed on a stunning run. Thorny crowns and stumbling through the streets behind her, (I know, I need to go to confession this weekend), she resurrected the vibe with an acoustic version of “Express Yourself,” of all things, a rendition which allowed us to consider the message of the song instead of just dancing it off. We got to do that during “Ray of Light,” a banger that turned the Toyota Center into “the clurb.”

    We were on such a high during that one that its successor, “Take a Bow,” might have felt out of place, except that she shone on the song and reminded us all of her staying power, the moves she’s made with music that moved her into our hearts, the power of performance that assures us all that no matter what’s thrown at her, Madonna will rise again. For the closer, she dressed her troupe of dancers up in her love, all wearing costumes to mimic different eras of her career. By then, we didn’t need a reminder, but she gave us one to recall in remembrance of her: “Bitch I’m Madonna.”

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    Note: No media photography was approved for Thursday’s Houston show. This photo is from the London opening of the Celebration World Tour and was provided by the tour.

    Personal Bias: The last time I saw Madonna live was 1987. My wife (then girlfriend), brother and his wife (then girlfriend) caught the Who’s That Girl tour at the Astrodome. Our seats were in the mezzanine section of the ancient relic. We never sat in the orange seats, we just danced all night to hit after hit. Last night, Mrs. Sendejas and I were able to revisit those days a bit, especially during the front third of the set. How much Madonna sang or didn’t sing didn’t matter to us, since we were singing to the ones we loved.

    These songs aren’t just Madonna’s journal entries, they’re ours too. “Crazy for You,” reminded us of my wife’s senior year at a local Catholic high school. “Vogue” brought back flashes from our young, hip days at dance clubs like Fast and Cool and Windsor Plaza’s haunts. There were lots of other examples. I was lucky to be there with her again, listening to the songs that told the story of Madonna’s life and ours, too.

    Random Notebook Dump: A couple of quick shoutouts – good luck Marcus and Cherry, two friendly patrons of the Dirt Bar, where we situated pre-show. You’ve both got this! Best wishes on your upcoming endeavors! And many, many thanks to one particular person, who I’ll not name, who moved some mountains for Mrs. Sendejas and I to attend the show. Thank you so much again for all you do.

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    Madonna fans Michell (L) and Norma

    Photo by Jesse Sendejas Jr.

    Madonna Set List:

    Nothing Really Matters
    Everybody
    Into the Groove
    Burning Up
    Open Your Heart
    Holiday
    Live to Tell
    Like a Prayer
    Erotica
    Justify My Love
    Hung Up
    Bad Girl
    Vogue
    Human Nature
    Crazy for You
    Die Another Day
    Don’t Tell Me
    Mother and Father
    Express Yourself
    La Isla Bonita
    Don’t Cry for Me Argentina
    Bedtime Story
    Ray of Light
    Take a Bow
    Bitch I’m Madonna
    Celebration

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