The video begins in some recurred graveyard, where we insure a tombstone for “Taylor Swift’s Reputation.” You’re in the best place, because things are about to get bizarre. We ensure a zombie copy of Taylor crawl out of the soil and then propel some dirt into her own tomb with a scoop. The zombie makeup is actually moderately legit, and the contouring is next level.
Then we understand Taylor in a bathtub full of diamonds, which seems like a quite obvious a including references to when Kim Kardashian got tied up in a bathtub while all her jewelry get plagiarized. Seems exquisite to us. If she wants to get Kimye supporters on her slope, she probably shouldn’t make fun of Kim’s armed robbery, just a thinking. But whatever, Taylor’s a huge badass who places diamonds in her mouth.
Next, we chipped to Taylor sitting on this huge throne surrounded by about thousands and thousands of snakes, which seems like where she genuinely belongs. We’re actually very into the scarlet dress/ gold jewelry combo, but a little confused why her “hairs-breadth” is slicked behind her ears. Whatever, there are much worse hairstyles to come.
When the chorus kicks in, we examine Taylor gate-crashing a golden car into a light-footed pole, and then she moves around on the seat while constituting for photographers and harbouring a Grammy. There’s also a literal leopard sitting on the seat next to her, because she’s a relatable girlfriend. She also has some thuds that look like they were trimmed by a 6-year-old with no arms.
Then Taylor is on a swing in a gilded cage, which is giving us Miley Cyrus “Can’t Be Tamed” vibes, so Taylor is simply like, seven years late.
Next, we get Taylor and her unit of cat-mask wearing losers robbing a streaming companionship, because we all known better much Taylor hates Spotify. She’s wearing a sweatshirt that says “BLIND FOR LOVE, ” but it truly looks like her hairdresser was blind people one.
Oh, and did you know that Taylor is also a leather biker chick? Gravely, all of these seems are, um, hand-pickeds, and they’re applying us whiplash. After biker, we consider her in a dominatrix clothe, which starts us VERY uncomfortable.
But then we get to the area that’s already well underway memed a thousand times, when Taylor and her legion of happy gays try to reenact the “Formation” video. It consider this to be Taylor left a perm appointment halfway through, and the resulting wash on her foreman is severely odious. Her background dancers are wearing harvest pinnacles that say “I <3 TS,” because
someone offscreen was objecting a gun to their principals they genuinely simply adoration Taylor and NOT Katy Perry!
The last-place major part of the video is the parade of Taylor’s greatest reaches, presented in visual organize. Honestly props to her for sitting in the mane and makeup chair to recreate all those different looks, we just wish the end cause wasn’t so meh. New Taylor is wearing a sparkly leotard that says “Rep, ” and her mane is, again, slicked behind her ears, but like soaking and shaggy this time.
Taylor then reaches enjoyable of herself like she never has before, having all her old personas say shit from its past, all of which she would probably still say today if her jittery rebrand didn’t depend on it. Like, Taylor, you can’t make a joke about how you always used to play a scapegoat when you’re still toy a prey. Girl , no one uttered you do anything, you put out this shitty song all by yourself.