Can it be claimed there are elements of a critique of the cult of celebrity here? No doubt, but is it an interesting or enlightening critique? Much more doubtful. Other than that, it seems that this performer, elevated to stratospheric heights by the marketing machine, offers little other than the most conventional and mediocre pop melodies, with the thinnest veneer of difference on which to hang her purported appeal.

The song itself is a little better than the music video.

Another excuse for Gaga to parade around like a scantily clad muppet.

Hitchcock and Kubrick had sex and this is their decadent, 21th-century baby. Paris Hilton is his nanny. It's kind of hard to put in words the influence it had on me, or the enthusiasm it planted the night it was leaked by a treacherous Haus of Gaga member, through youtube, into my gay computer screen.

Banal music and video. The mouse fashion design is cute but most are grotesque.

Hitchcock and Kubrick had sex and this is their decadent, 21th-century baby. Paris Hilton is his nanny. An exciting journey of death and fame-whoring, compressed into 7 intense minutes. It's kind of hard to put in words how much it influenced me and how shocked I was while seeing it the night it leaked to the internet, 14 years old and stupid. So, it's rated sentimentally and not logically.