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Once a month, almost every month, I remember to watch Madonna's performance of Vogue at the Super Bowl. It's like a church for me, a symbol of my connection to Godonna herself, if you will. I spend about thirty minutes to an hour watching it on repeat, sometimes even dancing. Thrusting a hip here, slicing a bitch there. Every single viewing, I get chills. From beginning to end, this performance is flawless. I mean, you can't go wrong with Vogue, but with the beefed up production with the slicing and dicing is literally perfection. The visuals are so rich, it's like your looking into the sun with the abyss of gold that just slaps you in the face. The entrance alone is one for the books.The glamour of it is just unparalleled. You can't go wrong with QUEENDONNA dressed as a, wait for it, QUEEN. There could have been no other way for her to reestablish herself as THE ORIGINATOR in a cesspool of fakes and wannabes. The use of Vogue covers and images from Old Hollywood stars could not have been more appropriate, if not for the Vogue rap then for the fact that, like these stars of the past, her iconography is as timeless as her music. The only negative thing I have to say about this performance is that it ends. WORSHIP NOW.