I loved the music video for Bad Romance: the futuristic revision of a Russian Mafia auction in which Gaga is drugged by a group of supermodels and sold to the metal-jawed underworld lord who fancies her.
Even as she does her drugged-up seductress dance for him, she gives him fair warning. ("I'm a free bitch, baby!") During the bidding, she stands in her twelve inch Alexander McQueen heels as a shower of diamonds, frozen in time surrounds her.
After the auction, we see her slowly approaching a beautiful bed, on which the criminal who purchased her is waiting, She is wearing a fur wrap with a cape/train made from an entire polar bear. He seems pleased, but there is something unsettling about the emotionless pageantry of her approach.
When she drops the fur wrap and exposes the beauty of her body in exquisite lingerie, he and his bed spontaneously ignite, and she poses, back arched and head held high at the foot of the bed until it is reduced to smoldering ashes.
The shock value of the final image - showing how she responds to this situation - is both disturbing and delightfully ironic and funny.
The first time I saw this video, I knew I'd be a Lady Gaga fan for some time. Like David Bowie's Ashes to Ashes, the Eurythmics Sweet Dreams, A-Ha's Take On Me, Peter Gabriel's Big Time, Michael (and Janet) Jackson's Scream, Madonna's Like a Prayer, and Tori Amos's Silent All These Years, this groundbreaking video stands out even amongst the best of show.