Reviewing a lavish new Hollywood musical in the Sept.
29, 1968, issue of The New Yorker, Pauline Kael wrote, “Barbra Streisand arrives on the screen, in ‘Funny Girl,’ when the movies are in desperate need of her.
The timing is perfect.” I’m tempted to say the same thing about Lady Gaga.
Suddenly, she’s ruling the movies like no one else this year.Black Widow? Godzilla? Venom? Vin Diesel? Michael Myers? James Bond? Well, okay, maybe Bond — or the sandworms in Dune — could give Gaga a run for her money.
But I’d wager that the current of excitement running through the chatter about Gaga in “House of Gucci” is hitting comparatively higher levels of palpitation.
She’s earning her buzz the old-fashioned way, by giving a performance that has to be seen, in a movie that’s being talked about the way movies used to be talked about — even if
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