I’ve often struggled with what it is about art that relies heavily on references and symbolism from pop culture to get its point across that I sort of can’t stand. (Outside of the whole “look at me! look at me! I’m cultured!” thing.) It’s always sort of confounded me, given my love of all things pop culture and, ya know, being a professional pop culture/entertainment observer by trade.
When I watched Lana Del Ray’s latest doing, a 30-minute short film titled Tropico, though, it sort of all came together. I figured it out, I think!
Anyway, you can head on over to Bustle and check out my extremely wordy diatribe there. Don’t worry, though: I added pictures! And you should know this doesn’t change the fact that were I a drag queen, my stage name would totally be Lana Del Taco.