Plot

Germanesque techno hit for Lady Gaga, utilizing her name as a Teutonic chant, in which she is abducted from a surreal bath-house by costumed otherworldly supermodels, and auctioned off into slavery, before getting a fiery revenge.

Lady Gaga takes a leaf out of Madonna's book, no, not 'Sex,' in a more general way, with quasi-religious imaging, domination & submission, sexual violence, and just a whole lot of stuff simmering out there in the open. Highly esoteric video, not everybody's cup of tea, totally overstyled, tells a far simpler story, the abduction of an innocent girl who eventually triumphs over the ruthless man who took possession of her, the ultimate 'Bad Romance,' but it is filmed in a surreal style with weird-ass costumes that quite simply do not make sense except in their overly-dramatic way. Lady Gaga the ingénue appears as what can only be described as a doll, a wide-eyed oddly-unsettling kind of anime doll with a bizarre nearly-blank expression. She defies description, you will have to see for yourself. Her captors are weird, faceless white-clad figures that move like zombies. Suffice to say that they too cannot be done justice with words, so see for yourself. Actually, the whole set-up is one confounding mess of so many weird things happening, that while you try to make sense of it, so many other things happen... But there is Lady Gaga, getting her clothes ripped off, covering up, getting auctioned off on the slave market, surveyed by a forceful man. She turns the tables on him, sets his bed on fire, and he is burnt to a crisp, only his charred skeleton remaining, it's her electrically-charged bra that did it.

There is the sight of her lingerie-clad figure triumphantly posed on a polar bear skin rug in front of the burning bed. It occurs in a flash, but it's an unforgettable image.

The story-line is interrupted by a display of Lady Gaga wearing the kind of shoes that make the most impractical pair of Manolo Blahniks, Jimmy Choos, whatever, look like a leisurely stroll in the park. These are total alien monstrosities designed to keep a chiropractor in business. "Walk, walk, fashion, baby, work it, bitch, c-razy...!" as she plods on with those nasty impediments, a witchy caricature.