For all the arguments about authenticity that have dogged Lana Del Rey since her 2011 breakthrough, when the self-described "gangster Nancy Sinatra" switched to old-Hollywood gowns and Bond-theme strings , this gig proved she can sing. Just try holding a tune while lying down, and wriggling with 1950s-style suggestiveness in sync with your backup dancers, as she did early on during and its hook of "my cherries and wine/rosemary and thyme" with a breathtaking cover of the Simon & Garfunkel source material, this show became more product-driven than personable.
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