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Fiona Apple – Criminal
(***) She’s been a bad, bad girl… You
know, this is less a music video than soft-core porn, and that’s why I
like it. Aside from my near-famous anecdote of coming on to the TV screen
a couple years ago when I was drunk and this video came on, I’ve never
written about "Criminal." Let me make this clear – I don’t respect Fiona
Apple. She’s a whiny, pretentious brat who’s headed for rehab any day now.
But damn, she’s sexy in this video, where she lounges around her house
and hot tub, removing more clothes as the video progresses. Her bony ribs,
narrow butt, miniscule breasts, they’re all on display here. There’s even
a cameo from Maya Angelou at the end as "Catholic School Girl #3." This
video still scores an 8 on the masturbation scale. –Andrew Hicks
Deborah Cox – Nobody’s Supposed To Be Here
(remix)
(*1/2) I’m pissed at BMG. I’ve been
sending my cards back on time, I swear, but last week they sent me the
new Deborah Cox and Monica albums, unprompted, unwanted and only $15 each.
I made the mistake of giving them my credit card number, so now they’ll
never refund my money on purchases like this. On the darkest shelf of my
bookcase lie, unopened, the aforementioned two albums plus Aretha
Franklin’s
A Rose is Still a Rose and the new CD from Jon B., whoever the hell he
is. They never screw up and send me albums I would actually listen to.
BMG is evil. If you want to strike a bargain with me for any of those four
CDs, e-mail me and I’ll see what I can do. I don’t think any of them will
prove themselves to be the next Sgt. Pepper. --AH
Five – Slam Dunk
(*) After whining like a bunch of
pussies
in their last three videos, the guys of Five now collectively want to be
badasses. Hence this hardcore white-boy dance video, which is now
officially
the 300th pop song of the ‘90s to open with the line, "Do you wanna get
freaky?" No. No, I don’t, not with a group of guys who wandered into the
Capitol Records office about a year ago thinking it was a fraternity they
could pledge. Appropriately, this video has plenty of basketball imagery,
including a rotating-net shot that I doubt will be nominated for any
technical
awards this year. "Slam Dunk" also comes with its own rap verses that
ensure
it will be extra embarrassing when shown in ten years. Why do these boy
group efforts keep reminding me of Six Flags lip sync videos the really
dumb guys in your class used to make for fun? I wouldn’t mind slam dunking
all one, two, three, four, five of these fuckers. --AH
Ice Cube -- We Be Clubbin'
(**1/2) I had to go back and watch this
video a third time, because the first two times I tried, I just couldn't
figure out what the hell was going on. There are two Ice Cubes – an evil
gangsta Ice Cube, and a superhero Ice Cube that the man orders to fly
through
tubes and wipe out the evil version. Okay, that sounds like a good
metaphor
for Cube's career in the last couple years. Don't get me wrong, he's still
one of my favorite rappers, but let's face it, everything since Tupac died
has been kind of... tame. Still, the remnents of the angry as hell
Nihilist
who made The Predator is still there, so I have hopes he'll remedy this
situation. --JW
Wyclef Jean f/Refugee Allstars – We Trying to Stay
Alive
(***1/2) Lauryn Hill drops Wyclef and
his boys off at the disco, warning him not to get in any trouble now. But
we all know when you mix rap, the Bee Gees and Roman Coppola, there’s
going
to be some damn trouble. This 1997 video, built around a sample of
"Stayin’
Alive," was the first and best from Wyclef’s first round of solo videos.
The evening starts out nicely, with Wyclef and his girl disco dancing it
up, until one of the Allstars takes the floor, takes the mic and takes
Wyclef’s girl. Not good. What ensues is a near-remake of Michael Jackson’s
"Beat It" that turns out to be a lot more entertaining than Mike’s journey
into street-hood territory. Somehow it’s easier to imagine Wyclef in a
choreographed brawl. --AH
Baz Luhrmann – Everybody’s Free (to wear
sunscreen)
(zero) How to explain this soon-to-be
forgotten video? It’s a lame four-minute motivational speech about how
we should appreciate our bodies, dance for fun and avoid beauty magazines
because "they will only make you feel ugly." This sounds like a high
school
graduation address gone horribly wrong, or even a ‘50s instructional film,
and the video is just as lame. Stock footage of city streets, happy
families
and clip-art graphics punctuate phrases like, "Don’t mess too much with
your hair or, by the time you’re 40, it will look 85." I’ve got some
advice,
too: If your name is Baz, you’re better off staying out of the music
industry
because it is far too superficial for you. If you want to do spoken word
music, either be amusing and angry like Henry Rollins or contemplative
and emotional like the guy who bitched about Vietnam in "19." If you’re
going to make a video, appear in it. Don’t rely on clip art. If you’re
MTV, don’t put this shit in the Buzz Bin like it’s automatically too deep
for us to understand. If you’re a music-loving layperson, don’t request
this song. It smears the entire medium of music video. It doesn’t belong
here. Baz Luhrmann, get your ass over to Shawn Mullins’ house so you can
both talk about how you have everything figured out. Don’t bother us
again.
Who am I kidding? We know you won’t. --AH
(zero) You know, just because the
millennium
is fast approaching doesn't mean we have to put up with tin-plated
philosophers
with a synthesizer. Actually, I have two theories – the first is that this
guy is sitting somewhere in his rented flat that used to be a warehouse
laughing his ass off. It goes with my Devo theory, that nobody could
actually
have been taking themselves seriously when they made that video. The other
theory is much scarier, because it's that he honestly things he's going
to change the youth of America with four minutes of ranting set to a beat.
He was sitting in said rented flat, and suddenly an inspiration overcame
him. "The youth of this country are a bunch of shiftless slackers who
aren't
ready for the real world. I'll give them my message, so they can be
preperared
for the challenges of life ahead! It is my Jihad!" Personally, I think
he should take some of his own advice, and remember to wear sunscreen on
the beach. Maybe then he wouldn't be so delusional. –James Wallace
‘N Sync – I Drive Myself Crazy
(1/2) I’m not going to make any
puns on this song’s title, because that would be too easy, just like it
was way too easy to make this video. Sometime this week on MTV News, I
expect to see Kurt Loder introduce an interview with ‘N Sync ("Our top
story today, ‘N Sync has another shitty video out!") where the boys in
the band talk about how much fun they had romping around the padded room
and wearing straitjackets. Somehow I doubt it’s the same mental hospital
that houses Green Day in the alternate universe of the "Basket Case"
video,
or there would be boy group smeared all over the walls… And wouldn’t you
know their "doctor" is gorgeous? Bad as it is, this is an interesting
video
to watch, because these boys really think they’re acting. Remember the
people in high school drama class whose every performance came out exactly
the same? Put a straitjacket on them and you have this video. --AH
(*) Apparently, the boys from ‘N Sync
have all mistreated some poor girls and have been locked away for it.
Come,
join us as we listen to their tales of woe. What follows is ‘N Sync
recreating
how they were bad boys and didn't give the loves of their lives the love
and respect they deserved. Remember the message here, teenage boys of
America
-- mistreat your women, and they're going to lock your ass in the loony
bin! Fret not, though, teenage girls of America age 11 to 16, because in
the end, ‘N Sync is vindicated and we learn that in fact it was their
girlfriends
who acted in a callous and uncaring manner. All those fast women get dealt
with, too. Serves them right! --JW
Jennifer Paige -- Sober
(**) Ah yes, the follow-up single no
one will remember. You have to admire Jennifer’s effort, though, as she
tries to draw the attention away from her hit "Crush" with her near-hit
"Sober." (Question: Do all the songs on her album contain five letters?)
Near as I can tell, she spends most of this video in an empty bus station,
lying on the floor and wondering where the hell her man is. Don’t worry,
Jennifer, he and the rest of the boys in Five will be off-tour soon. It’s
just a little crush, after all. --AH
Will Smith – Men in Black
(***) For all the reasons I hate Puffy,
I should probably also want Will Smith dead. This video is a shameless
movie ad and its chorus and music are sampled generously from the disco
hit "Forget Me Nots." But, as James and I have addressed before, Will is
probably the most likable celebrity in the world. The video is basically
done on sets from Men in Black. Will wears his costume from the movie and
even dances with a computer-generated alien. Someday dissertations will
be written about how some pop stars manage to be embarrassing and still
enjoyed by people like me who think they’re above that sort of thing.
There’s
some psychological basis for it, but I’ll probably never figure it out.
Until then, another thumbs-up for a Will Smith video. --AH
Tin Star -- Head
(**1/2) Three guys in bad leisure suits
perform in an empty aircraft hanger. In the middle of the song, the lead
singer gyrates wildly while rapping like a wannabe Beck. I kept expecting
some sort of salivating alien to burst out of his chest cavity. Well, once
again, I was disappointed. Bad lighting and jerky movement can't save this
video's complete lack of a concept. I was marginally impressed by the
song,
but even then I couldn't help thinking about the malaise period that
alternative
rock seems to be wallowing in. This competent but utterly forgettable
video
tells me that we must be on the verge of something big. Until then, well,
break out your Nirvana albums, and batten down the hatches. --JW
TLC – No Scrubs
(**1/2) The first time I heard this
song, I had no idea it was TLC. It sounds like one of those novelty dance
songs that comes from a group no one’s ever heard from and will never hear
from again, like "Short, Short Man" and "C’Mon Ride It (The Train)."
Admittedly,
though, it’s kind of catchy, one of those songs about the no-good men who
go after the girls of TLC. The video looks like a direct combination of
Michael and Janet Jackson’s "Scream" and Busta Rhymes and Janet’s "What’s
It Gonna Be." It features the familiar high-tech silver set, the
complicated
and disturbing bondage gear, the pretty women with way too much makeup
and the angry glares into the camera. It even has the fancy
artist-and-title
intro that I speculated a couple weeks ago might be making a comeback.
Looks like I could be right… Is it just me or was TLC a lot classier the
last time around? --AH
(*1/2) TLC asked for no scrubs, but
apparently nobody listened when they hired a director for this video. But
you know, they went chasing Waterfalls, and this is the result. My guess
is they had some effects left over from the Busta Rhymes/Janet Jackson
video, so they got saved the trouble of having to come up with their own
concept. TLC tried playing it deep and sensitive a few years ago, but now
they come true to form and show they're all about the Benjamins. Cars,
DVD, fancy food, and maybe some new clothes so they can stop having to
wear bondage gear. That's what TLC is looking for. So remember, they don't
want no scrubs watching this video, and a scrub is also known as a buster,
so you non-Rolex wearin', no six-figure job havin', at McDonalds every
week eatin' pranksta's betta stay away too. --JW
Classic Videos
The Cars – Drive (1985)
(**) Taking a cue from the really
boring
‘80s videos for those Genesis/Phil Collins ballads, the first minute and
a half of "Drive" shows the singer sitting alone in what looks like a
classroom
desk, looking straight ahead and singing the song. He’s a hunky mother,
too, blond perm waving in the breeze and the top three buttons of his Izod
shirt undone. Meanwhile, Ric Ocasek consoles his messed-up girlfriend,
who’s crying on her bed one minute, laughing the next and sloppily running
her hand through her hair shortly after. What an oddly confusing scenario.
--AH
Nine Inch Nails -- Head Like a Hole (1989)
(*** 1/2) God bless you, Trent Reznor.
They can try as hard as they like: Marlilyn Manson, Korn, Satan, whoever;
they'll never match the pure and simple malaise evil that Trent Reznor
displays so expertly. This is Trent pure and raw, before anybody was
talking
about "alternative" or "Closer" was appearing on Aaliyah's Top 25
countdown.
The video itself is expressionist, with scenes of the band playing and
breaking shit interlaced with nightmarish, disconnected scenes that would
make David Lynch cream his jeans. With another album due out shortly, my
hope for 1999 musically is kept alive. Errr, sorry about the God thing...
--JW
Prince and the Revolution – Raspberry Beret
(1985)
(**) Anyone who regularly reads what
I offer knows, I love Prince’s music. I constantly have to defend myself
against people who credit themselves as having far superior music taste.
I tell them that if they would just get around his hermaphroditic image
and ego trips, they would really enjoy the music. But I’m usually set way
back by Prince’s videos, which are the filmed equivalent of fruit
cocktail.
"Raspberry Beret," one of Prince’s big ‘80s hits, has but a simple
soundstage
video to accompany it. The blue screen has puffy white clouds to match
Prince’s suit coat. His hair resembles Jocelyn Elders’ on a bad weave day.
There are random balloons. Someone is playing a sitar. There’s a brief
animated sequence. It’s a mess. –AH
Rick Springfield – Jesse’s Girl (1981)
(*1/2) Poor Rick Springfield. Not only
has his soap opera been canceled, but his friend Jesse has a hot
girlfriend
and Rick wants her. In 1981, I think Rick would have had a fair shot at
winning her over. Now? Shee-it, no. He does have some damn white teeth,
though, we learn as Springfield first stalks the girl then plays guitar
in front of a brick backdrop. In one of the first real instances of
special
effects, they match-cut shots of Rick playing guitar with Rick singing
alone. It’s the same as the editing in Hall & Oates’ "Private Eyes"
video, also from 1981. And remember the part where Rick sings, "I been
looking in the mirror all the time wondering what she don’t see in me"?
Well, visually, you have Rick staring into the mirror, the neck of his
guitar peeking into frame as a still shot of Jesse’s girl gazes at him
from beyond the mirror. How far technology has come. –AH |