I didn’t go to any movies this weekend. No Inconvenient Truth. No Da Vinci Code. Instead, the weekend belonged to Madonna. A hugely gay crowd stood throughout the entire show that ran so like clockwork there was precious room for more than the most perfunctory ad libs from M to us to dance and sing (get up and do your thing – but everyone was already doing that). The show mirrored the Reinvention tour with its jaw-dropping video projections, jaw-dropping staging, and truly jaw-dropping dancing. Yoga was replaced with the equestrian for the opening number. The electric chair moment was replaced by Madonna finally doing something you know she’s been dying to do all along – mount a crucifix. But at least it was a disco cross, covered with mirror tiles. She also mounted a mechanical bull / strip pole / fairground ride combo for the lewdest “Like a Virgin” you ever saw, and she did a What Ever Happened to Baby Jane impersonation for “Let It Be,” getting so carried away staggering around like a drunk that she let go of her microphone, which rolled right off the stage in front of Rosie O’Donnell’s feet. Rosie spent the entire time taking pics, as did everyone else in the audience. Even though they said no cameras, everyone was taking pictures like there was no tomorrow, so go here to see what it looked like.
– Fenton Bailey