Lady Gaga’s National Anthem at Super Bowl 50 had a lot to live up to—and while it didn’t quite reach Whitney Houston status (what does?), she reminded America that she’s got opera chops while striking the pose of a house mother who knew she just killed it. Send the tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Come for the Gucci suit, stay for the little Mariah-style flourish—you’ll know it when you hear it, listen for the mmmmmm-hmmmm-mmmm—and take a gander once more at these open arms of triumph, cabaret and camp and stage diva at once. Congratulate yourself, Gaga.


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