In May, I cashed in on my marital status to attend the premiere of the “raunchiest music video of all time being screened at the Tribeca Film Festival.” I was gagging to know what all the fuss was about. An NDA should never preclude you from telling your wife why you’re late for dinner on Christmas Eve. Being a disgruntled plus-one paid off, though. Madonna’s new album, Confessions II, is a banging return to form, wildly sexual and a little bit trollish, too. Cue 14 minutes of high camp, including a cut to Kate (Moss) that will go down in history. Every cameo was greeted with a cheer (loudest for Debi Mazar). MOTHER is back!
My husband was a producer on the project. He regaled us with stories from the set (NDA’s permitting). Like the surprisingly complicated logistics of shooting lasers out of vaginas and, all the while, having to dissuade the Material Girl from getting in on the action. Madonna does her own stunts, but the lasers? Let’s just say things get HOT up there.
