вЂњI wanted to tell a love story,вЂќ says Cooper, вЂњand to me thereвЂ™s no better way than through music. Gaga thinks of it less as a remake than as a вЂњtraveling legacy.вЂќ Directed by Cooper, in his debut, the film is remarkably assured, deeply engaging, and works on several levels: as a romance, a drama, a musical, and something else entirely, almost as if youвЂ™re watching something live, or documentary footage of a good old-fashioned rock-вЂ™nвЂ™-roll concert movie. The first version came out in 1937, starring Janet Gaynor and Fredric March, followed by Judy Garland and James Mason in 1954 and Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson in 1976. Pictures will release the fourth iteration of the tragi-musical love story A Star Is Born, starring Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga. But thereвЂ™s a lot of emotional pain, and you canвЂ™t really understand what it all means until ten years has gone by.вЂќ make friends, you lose friends, you build tighter bonds with people youвЂ™ve known for your whole life.

And when I am in an imaginative or creative mode, it sort of grabs me like a sleigh with a thousand horses and pulls me away and I just donвЂ™t stop working.вЂќ Another pause. вЂњI would just say that itвЂ™s been a nonstop whirlwind. вЂњThere has been a galaxy of change.вЂќ She pauses for a moment. When I ask her what has changed for her over these last ten years, Gaga, whoвЂ™s 32, says, вЂњA galaxy,вЂќ and laughs. In April, Gaga noted on her Instagram that it was the tenth anniversary of her first single, вЂњJust Dance.вЂќ It was the song of the summer of 2008-the final hours of the golden years, just before the economy imploded and the Great Recession took hold-and almost immediately, she became the biggest pop star in the world, haunting our dreams-and nightmares-with monsters, meat dresses, and some of the stickiest melodies ever written ( GAAAA-GA OOOH-LA-LA!). There are roses trembling in the breeze, and a long, sloping, grassy lawn that leads down to a pool and the Pacific Ocean beyond, flickering in the high afternoon sun. Having just returned yesterday from a long, restful vacation on some remote tropical island with her boyfriend, she is uncharacteristically tan, and as she leads me out through the French doors into the garden, I can see nearly every one of her tattoos-and her shapely behind-through the robe. When Gaga comes down the stairs and makes her entrance on this hot, do-nothing August afternoon, she is wearing a diaphanous periwinkle robe with ruffled edges that sweeps the floor, nothing underneath but a matching bra and thong-along with nude kitten heels and Liz TaylorвЂ“worthy diamond jewelry. The whole setup is both grand and yet, somehow, unassuming (for a rock starвЂ™s house in Malibu). There are at least a dozen other cars parked around, most of them belonging to people who are doing some kind of work here-taking care of the property or the lady in residence in one capacity or another. A cheerful young fellow greets you at your car, explains that he is the head of security, and asks you to sign an NDA. When the gates to her compound swing open, you head down a long gravel driveway that threads through the multi-acre property, past the fenced-in ring where she rides her horse, Arabella, past the barns and the stables and the giant barking dogs, Grandpa and Ronnie-and pull up to a house made of fieldstone that looks, at first glance, as if it belongs in the South of France. Lady GagaвЂ™s house in Malibu is on a relatively nondescript road just off the Pacific Coast Highway, situated in what feels (for Malibu) like a normal suburban neighborhood. вЂњI call it my вЂgypsy palace.вЂ™ вЂќ Givenchy faux-fur coat. вЂњThis is my sanctuary,вЂќ Gaga says of her Malibu home.

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