And My favorite magazine strikes again

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The problem with a pop star producing a documentary about her life—and in this, too, there are many precedents, from Madonna’s “Truth or Dare” to Beyoncé’s “Life Is but a Dream” to Katy Perry’s “Part of Me” to Justin Bieber’s “Never Say Never”—is that the resulting film often either feels like unapologetic hagiography or is revealing only in extraordinarily calculating ways. (The latter is, of course, more odious.) The accidental tells here—when Gaga stops steering her own story or suggests a version that seems to be at odds with the facts—are the most compelling. Fame is lonesome, we are warned, and, watching the crowd of handlers that encircles Gaga during her working hours, I found myself feeling inordinately anxious on her behalf; when the line between friend and employee blurs, and then disappears entirely, there are very few voices left over that can or will say no. This becomes especially troubling when there’s a great deal of prescription medication in play. In one scene, Gaga is asked, by a physician, to recount all the pills she’s presently taking—it takes a while. In another, a woman wanders over with a pill and a tall glass of water and Gaga silently tosses it back.

Most of “Gaga: Five Foot Two” only affirms what we already knew—that Gaga is intelligent and ambitious. She is also a benevolent and generous presence for fans; her relationship to and with them is symbiotic, nutritive to both parties. Yet it’s still hard to figure out how to metabolize a documentary like this. Should her audience scoff at the idea of a very wealthy and famous person producing a film about her life? Or is “Gaga: Five Foot Two” a necessary and useful companion piece to “Joanne”? The film is personal in a way that made me uncomfortable—as if she were meting out chosen bits of information, little hunks of meat tossed into a pit of crazed alligators. The image is flattering to no one.

More @https://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/lady-gaga-documents-a-transformation-that-doesnt-feel-real

I really love The New Yorker but ... 

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The REACH for something to criticize in this article is real. 

 

edit: I'm saying the author of this article is reaching trying to hate on the documentary when there's nothing to hate the documentary for. 

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2 minutes ago, SEANGT said:

The REACH for something to criticize in this article is real. 

Yea. I do not find myself eligible to criticize this article. 

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14 minutes ago, Anveeroy said:

This becomes especially troubling when there’s a great deal of prescription medication in play. In one scene, Gaga is asked, by a physician, to recount all the pills she’s presently taking—it takes a while. In another, a woman wanders over with a pill and a tall glass of water and Gaga silently tosses it back.

The film is personal in a way that made me uncomfortable—as if she were meting out chosen bits of information, little hunks of meat tossed into a pit of crazed alligators. The image is flattering to no one.

 

These parts of the review are laughably bad 

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3 hours ago, Anveeroy said:

Yea. I do not find myself eligible to criticize this article. 

I'm not sure if you understood. I'm saying the author of this article is reaching trying to hate on the documentary when there's nothing to hate the documentary for. 

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13 minutes ago, SEANGT said:

I'm not sure if you understood. I'm saying the author of this article is reaching trying to hate on the documentary when there's nothing to hate the documentary for. 

Ah sorry. Didn't get it  

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6 hours ago, SEANGT said:

The REACH for something to criticize in this article is real. 

 

edit: I'm saying the author of this article is reaching trying to hate on the documentary when there's nothing to hate the documentary for. 

This. She barely even touches on the subject matter of the documentary and she makes it sound like Gagas popping a pill every 2 mins in the film, and ignores everything else we see in th documentary. Plus she thinks gaslighting is a new word   I don't read the magazine but I thought the New Yorker was supposed to be good journalism?