At one point, someone will have to tell Lana Del Rey that she is full of shit. Okay, we got it, she is in love with herself, her hair, her face and her lips, and she has no problem with releasing a four-minute video clip of herself turning in slow-motion in the smoke, giving the sultry sight,… but despite all her efforts, she is looking as sexy as a somnambulistic zombie.
But there is no surprise, her new video for 'Bel Air' is a sort of repeat of the previous ones, as natural as anything she has done before, but probably way more simplistic in style, just building her song around vague lyrics like ‘Roses, Bel Air, take me there/I've been waiting to meet you/Palm trees, in the light, I can see, late at night/Darling I'm willing to greet you/Come to me baby’, and her voice crooning over a piano lullaby.
I bet she thinks she has reached perfection, this is what this girl is after, immaculate, clean perfection without even a lock of her floating hair out of place. She wants us to admire her as if she was an affected statue sculpted by an army of pretentious gods, but this image becomes very tiresome after a little while. How long will she sustain that submissive stare? How long will she serve us her fake glamorized depression and contrived drama? She is the queen of fake, the princess of Bel Air and I am bored.
‘Bel Air’ is off the album 'Born to Die: The Paradise Edition' which should be released very soon, and she wrote the following enigmatic sentence below the video.
‘i lost my reputation, i forgot my truth. But i have my beauty and i have my youth.
‘TROPICO’ the film, coming next year’.
As much as you try, you can’t build mystery out of nothing Lana Del Rey.