Lady Gaga: 'Marry the Night' Visions

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The mini-movie begins, like so many classics do, in a highly stylized hospital bed. Gaga sobs and smokes, wondering how, like the phoenix, she too can rise from the ashes once again.

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We are now essentially viewing a mental-hospital version of Annie, in which all the orphans begin to mill about singing and dancing in their beds. It's a hard-knock life, Gaga.

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Gaga goes full Black Swan. Watch your back, Natalie Portman—I hear you don't want to mess with Gaga's shoes

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I spy, with my little eye, something French (and nude).

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And now the subtitles are gone. We?re just nude—save for one maxi-pad-as-bandeau-bra. The awakening begins

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The art of the breakdown is taken to new highs?as in hi-ho Cheerios, naturally. General Mills, you can't pay for this kind of PR!

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Gaga?s blue period emerges.

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Next on MTV's True Life: I?m an 1980s dance queen.

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Remember my name, flame! Burning hearts, burning minds, burning Gaga.

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A rare outtake from Lady Gaga?s Fast 5 audition.

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From the blood-red lips to the bedazzled denim sport bra and gloves, I love everything about this.

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Quintessential Gaga: Completely naked except for sparkly shoes with anti-gravitational heels.

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(Sung) I hope I get it, I hope I get it, how many monsters does she need?

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I kissed a Smurf and I liked it.

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Thank goodness Lady Gaga has somewhere to store all her shoes.

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I know what my friends and I are going as next Halloween. Thriller Part Deux: Dancin' in the Musical-Theater Streets.

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Bow down before your one true Queen. But if you do, please be wearing something flame-retardant.

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Lady Gaga: 'Marry the Night' Visions

1 of 17

The mini-movie begins, like so many classics do, in a highly stylized hospital bed. Gaga sobs and smokes, wondering how, like the phoenix, she too can rise from the ashes once again.

1 of 17

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We are now essentially viewing a mental-hospital version of Annie, in which all the orphans begin to mill about singing and dancing in their beds. It's a hard-knock life, Gaga.

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Gaga goes full Black Swan. Watch your back, Natalie Portman—I hear you don't want to mess with Gaga's shoes

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I spy, with my little eye, something French (and nude).

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And now the subtitles are gone. We?re just nude—save for one maxi-pad-as-bandeau-bra. The awakening begins

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The art of the breakdown is taken to new highs?as in hi-ho Cheerios, naturally. General Mills, you can't pay for this kind of PR!

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Gaga?s blue period emerges.

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Next on MTV's True Life: I?m an 1980s dance queen.

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Remember my name, flame! Burning hearts, burning minds, burning Gaga.

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A rare outtake from Lady Gaga?s Fast 5 audition.

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From the blood-red lips to the bedazzled denim sport bra and gloves, I love everything about this.

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Quintessential Gaga: Completely naked except for sparkly shoes with anti-gravitational heels.

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(Sung) I hope I get it, I hope I get it, how many monsters does she need?

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I kissed a Smurf and I liked it.

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Thank goodness Lady Gaga has somewhere to store all her shoes.

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I know what my friends and I are going as next Halloween. Thriller Part Deux: Dancin' in the Musical-Theater Streets.

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Bow down before your one true Queen. But if you do, please be wearing something flame-retardant.

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