Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved (2004)
**1/2 (of four)
I have no strong opinion either way of Maroon 5, a band I first encountered about four years ago at a concert. They opened for Nikka Costa, and a friend and I mostly talked over them. They were talented, sure, but the only song in their set that stood out was a well-executed cover of "Darling Nikki," Tipper Gore's all-time favorite Prince song.
The first few times I heard "Harder to Breathe," I thought it was a Justin Timberlake track. The second Songs For Jane single, though, "This Love," was a guilty-pleasure smash hit for me through probably its first eight months of heavy, heavy rotation. And then came "She Will Be Loved," which I semi-didn't mind listening to and semi-fucking hated. I was always annoyed by how closely the progression of this song's bridge resembles that of Cheap Trick's 1988 chart-topper "The Flame."
Why even review the video two years or whatever after its original release? Well, it's good to have a little distance - I can stomach this song a lot more now that I don't hear it ten to twelve times a week. And the video, from veteran director Sophie Muller, is actually somewhat intriguing. Granted, the video's Graduate-ripoff premise is about as groundbreaking and unique as Maroon 5 itself (that is to say, not very), but the intergenerational love triangle actually does hold about three minutes of my attention. Which is a bit of a fait accompli these days.
Singer Adam Levine is the Benjamin character here. He's dating a "beauty queen of only 18," an-uber hot little brunette from a well-to-do family. But watch the fuck out, the rich beauty queen's mom is Kelly Preston, Mrs. Travolta herself. Benji Levine leaves the pool party to console an emotionally wounded (and passed-the-fuck-out, with lipstick heavily smeared) Preston, whose husband couldn't handle the fact that she was flirting simultaneously with every twentysomething dude at the party.
They kiss, they stalk each other, and basically they stare across the room at each other for probably a combined seventy seconds or more when Preston comes to Benji's singing gig at the classy place with the giant Rembrandt oil mural backdrop. The video drags for awhile, but Preston finally stands up to her husband, Levine runs back out to console her/suck off her face, and the smokin' hot daughter happens upon the both of them.
Somewhere out in viewing land, Tipper Gore is masturbating furiously by the end of this video every time it airs. Masturbating with a magazine, that is.
I have no strong opinion either way of Maroon 5, a band I first encountered about four years ago at a concert. They opened for Nikka Costa, and a friend and I mostly talked over them. They were talented, sure, but the only song in their set that stood out was a well-executed cover of "Darling Nikki," Tipper Gore's all-time favorite Prince song.
The first few times I heard "Harder to Breathe," I thought it was a Justin Timberlake track. The second Songs For Jane single, though, "This Love," was a guilty-pleasure smash hit for me through probably its first eight months of heavy, heavy rotation. And then came "She Will Be Loved," which I semi-didn't mind listening to and semi-fucking hated. I was always annoyed by how closely the progression of this song's bridge resembles that of Cheap Trick's 1988 chart-topper "The Flame."
Why even review the video two years or whatever after its original release? Well, it's good to have a little distance - I can stomach this song a lot more now that I don't hear it ten to twelve times a week. And the video, from veteran director Sophie Muller, is actually somewhat intriguing. Granted, the video's Graduate-ripoff premise is about as groundbreaking and unique as Maroon 5 itself (that is to say, not very), but the intergenerational love triangle actually does hold about three minutes of my attention. Which is a bit of a fait accompli these days.
Singer Adam Levine is the Benjamin character here. He's dating a "beauty queen of only 18," an-uber hot little brunette from a well-to-do family. But watch the fuck out, the rich beauty queen's mom is Kelly Preston, Mrs. Travolta herself. Benji Levine leaves the pool party to console an emotionally wounded (and passed-the-fuck-out, with lipstick heavily smeared) Preston, whose husband couldn't handle the fact that she was flirting simultaneously with every twentysomething dude at the party.
They kiss, they stalk each other, and basically they stare across the room at each other for probably a combined seventy seconds or more when Preston comes to Benji's singing gig at the classy place with the giant Rembrandt oil mural backdrop. The video drags for awhile, but Preston finally stands up to her husband, Levine runs back out to console her/suck off her face, and the smokin' hot daughter happens upon the both of them.
Somewhere out in viewing land, Tipper Gore is masturbating furiously by the end of this video every time it airs. Masturbating with a magazine, that is.
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