Music Video Spotlight: Justin Timberlake, "What Goes Around..."

Finally, the epic video for "What Goes Around...Comes Around" is here. I've been anticipating this video for a while, partly because Justin managed to nab Scarlett Johansson for the lead (which, as the song implies, is not headed for a happy ending), and partly because it's one of my favourite songs from Future Sex/Love Sounds.

The video is damn long, but if you like slick, overproduced music videos with convoluted story lines and overindulgent dramatic efforts, this one's for you.

"What Goes Around...Comes Around"

In case you haven't seen it/can't be bothered to see it, this is the gist of the nine minute music video:

And here are some things I've learned from the video, besides the fact that when you cheat on Justin Timberlake, death is imminent:

This is what a distraught Scarlett Johansson looks like when she's caught cheating on Justin Timberlake and decides that the only way to get out of this music video is to race off into the night.

This is what a distraught Justin Timberlake looks like when he's just witnessed his cheating girlfriend's horrific car crash.

This is what a horrific car crash looks like.

And this is what a victim of a horrific car crash looks like.

Again, horrific car crash:

Said car crash victim:

I'm not even sure where the video goes wrong, but it does. (And is it me, or are there too many gratuitous shots of Justin making out with Scarlett?). It tries too hard to be affected and edgy, which leaves it a little too empty -- even for a pop song.

I'm...back!

Mother of pearl! Has it really been two months since I've posted anything? I just logged into my Blogger account to find that Blogger is now partnered with Google. How long has this been going on? I feel as confused as that one time I unwittingly wandered into the men's restroom.

Anyway, not much has happened in these past few months to warrant any sort of lengthy discussion, so I'll catch up with some pictures.

Ben and I moved out! I'm not much of a cook, so Ben does the brunt of the work while I amuse myself by displaying jars of sauce.

We celebrated Christmas at our new place. The badly wrapped gifts are the product of my handy work. I find that if you stick a shiny bow on it, it's much less noticeable.

We occasionally fed our friends pasta.

And hot pot.

I drank champagne, but not before taking pictures of it.

I went skiing at Blue Mountain. The green tinge is the product of my sucky nighttime picture-taking.

In between hitting the slopes (i.e. the bunny hill, which I pwned, by the way), I admired the charming Blue Mountain decor.

I took cheesy pictures of myself.

And pictures of my lamp.

(See, not very exciting at all.)

I'm not much for New Year's resolutions, but I did tell myself that I should be a little more pro-active with my blog. After all, a lazy wanna-be writer makes for a crappy wanna-be writer.

So until next time...