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Sep. 7th, 2001 10:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Lady Marmalade?
Fucking LADY MARMALADE?!
That weak-tits and weak-ass video won best video of the year at the VMAs?
Is there no justice? _Weapon of Choice_ was by far the superior piece. LM had the usual T&A designed to fuel the mastrabatory fantasies of MTV's target audience, while WoC had Christopher-fucking-Walken dancing!
And the man can dance, too. And do wire work. And make the video for another interesting but forgettable Fatboy Slim song become something that gets mentioned on CNN.
The basic simplicity of the video... Walken, doing the tired business travel routine in a strangely abandoned airport hotel lobby, hears WoC coming from a custodial workers cart. Soon he's Fred Astaire on Psylociban, Gene Kelly loose in the Matrix. When the music fades, he slides back into his chair, crumpled newspaper ini hand, the moment over.
It is the Hollywood musical number reduced to its most spartan, just the bare bones! No choruses, no dancers out of nowhere, just this one guy.
There ain't no justice.
Fucking LADY MARMALADE?!
That weak-tits and weak-ass video won best video of the year at the VMAs?
Is there no justice? _Weapon of Choice_ was by far the superior piece. LM had the usual T&A designed to fuel the mastrabatory fantasies of MTV's target audience, while WoC had Christopher-fucking-Walken dancing!
And the man can dance, too. And do wire work. And make the video for another interesting but forgettable Fatboy Slim song become something that gets mentioned on CNN.
The basic simplicity of the video... Walken, doing the tired business travel routine in a strangely abandoned airport hotel lobby, hears WoC coming from a custodial workers cart. Soon he's Fred Astaire on Psylociban, Gene Kelly loose in the Matrix. When the music fades, he slides back into his chair, crumpled newspaper ini hand, the moment over.
It is the Hollywood musical number reduced to its most spartan, just the bare bones! No choruses, no dancers out of nowhere, just this one guy.
There ain't no justice.
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