It’s too early in the ay-em for coherent thought. So I’m going stream-of-consciousness with my thoughts on Justin Timberlake’s latest video for “My Love.” Feel free to do the same.
Loooong intro. Is this thing on a loop? Oh wait, no, Justin and Timba are playing rock paper scissors! Missy got somethin to say… ride down the block in an Escalayyyde. Whew, finally, here comes the actual song. That ant-sized Justin is very “Bedtime Story.” Until it’s not. Those flying instruments when Justin sez “symphony,” cheesy. A little bit of old-school Gap, but not quite. Liking the dancing. Wishing the editor would chill for a second. You can’t even see the moves. It’s like editor-as-choreographer. Mariah Carey ought to hire him/her if she ever needs to fake her way through a dance routine. Lots of flashing lights. Gah! Too much light makes baby go blind — or have a seizure. Did he just rip off that chick’s stocking? Is it wrong to say this would be more fun in color? Whoa. T.I. WHOA! You look goooood! Justin who? Wait a second. What’s this? Women — the new tabletop accessory! Classy… not! Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm. Doodlie-doo. Wow this video is long. At least there’s no mankerchief. But I guess in the end, this is just aiight for me. Respeck.
By the way, if JT’s ubiquitous ”SexyBack” has you feelin’ a SexyBacklash, check out this Paxil-poppin’ parody (pictured).