The Veronicas - 4ever (2005)
The only thing worse than one Avril Lavigne is two Avrils. The Veronicas belong to that well-scrubbed pop-punk genre, lighter than The Donnas and catchier than Elastica. These two, neither of whom is actually named Veronica, are twins from Brisbane, Australia, and they're fucking button-cute. So cute they even jump up and down on the bed and have an unironic pillow fight during the video.
I can only describe "4ever" as a guilty pleasure, with its unashamedly singalong chorus and perky dueling guitars. Director Daniel Kern sets most of the video in a hotel room, where the identically dressed, heavily lipsticked 20-year-olds sing and smile at each other and write all over the bathroom mirror. Eventually they get outside and sunbathe, ride around with the top down and suit on an overpass above the highway.
All this is as TRL-friendly as it sounds, but "4ever" somehow refuses to wear out its welcome. And it all brings to mind the lascivious quote from Tony Roberts in Annie Hall, when he's called away to bail out Woody Allen: "Twins, Max. Sixteen year olds. Can you imagine the mathematical possibilities?"