It’s no secret around these parts that I quietly feel Lady Gaga is the best, so take it as no surprise that I’ve decided to review the latest documentary starring the one and only.
Filmed with a Steadicam and featuring some absolutely gorgeous digital work, this tiny little gem is actually quite heartfelt and endearing, as the title suggests.
For most of us, Lady Gaga is an abstract concept, and worse, an image. Framed by Glitz and Glam, she is hardly the most accessible woman in the world. But while we all may judge by outward appearances, there’s a striking and remarkably unique woman at the center of this movie, one that reveals a tenderness and the natural insecurities that any woman just now entering her 30s may feel.
The documentary is essentially a build up to Lady Gaga’s halftime Superbowl performance, one I’ve written about in the past. And while I am the first to admit that at times the film feels like a vanity project, produced by Gaga herself, there is something rather intimate about seeing her life behind all the makeup and outrageous costumes.
Gaga really opens up about her own emotional trauma of a failed romance with chiseled hunk Taylor Kinney while exposing her own weaknesses as an artist. There’s a moment where she kneels on the floor crying as a co-producer of her recent album Joanne leaves her on her own.
And while there are plenty of tears to go around in the documentary, one can only feel for someone who must feel like the weight of the world is on her shoulders at times.
There’s plenty of Gaga to go around here, and while I have some minor criticisms, such as a backhalf that feels a little weighed down by hysterics and diva drama, there is much love to be felt in this small film.
Lady Gaga is a beautiful and tender woman, and as her stature will attest, quite the little artist we all would never have guessed her to be.
God bless and much love,