It got made, yes, but as a specific parody of something else, designed to point out how implausible it would be for this to be a mainstream pop video. When, say, Mad magazine used to publish 'Scenes We'd Like To See', obviously you were seeing those scenes in the literal sense that they were in the magazine in front…
So what is your one favourite song, everyone? Mine's always been 'Surf's Up' by the Beach Boys, but 'I Want You' by Elvis Costello is creeping up there.
Fucking hell. Suddenly I feel very glad to be agnostic; no-one's ever come up to me and gone "I find your people so indecisive! That's why we need to do something in the Middle East, although I totally respect that you don't know what yet!"
By the last episode, it will just be a still frame of a glass of whisky. For five hours. It will win all the Emmys.
I didn't read the gender flipped versions as saying "this song's alright if the genders are reversed". I read them as saying "if the genders were reversed, this song and video would never be made, because there is not a thriving tradition of treating men like pieces of meat in popular music."
Oh man, me too! There was a really persuasive Fortean Times article about it, and I became a really ardent moon-landing hoax theorist for two months until the readers' letters came in ripping it to shreds. Then I became an equally ardent skeptic. I was an adaptable kid.
If A Newborn Baby Could Tweet, It Would Tweet Like This.
She also sounds like she might be a graduate from the Homer Simpson School of Graphic Design.
True, although even he admits he was far too old for it by the end. Idris is better preserved, though, and the art of meshing stunt performers' work with actors' work has come along a lot since then - it could work.
These names are ridiculous. I shall name my children after modern, profound spiritual credos. One day you may all be privileged enough to meet Yolo and Haters-gonna-hate Parsnips.
Some of them involving two, maybe three, lasciviously brandished foam fingers!
I remember an old co-worker of mine talking about a gangster film he saw on TV once. He liked it, but the language bothered him: "F this, F that, F you, mother-F'er, it was disgusting. There's no fucking need for language like that!" he said, without a shred of irony.
White people, yay!
How do you know that's the girl speaking? It's a paraphrase of the film-maker relating what the girl said to her; that's two levels of paraphrase right there.
It stimulates a region of the brain known as Shatner's Bassoon.
And this time say, "That's for the Stepford Wives remake!"
Oh man, I don't go and see much live music either, but Janelle Monae, Tame Impala and MGMT on the same bill would get me racing out of the house!