Mariah Carey featuring Pharrell and Snoop Dogg - Say Somethin' (2006)
** (of four)
It's unfathomable to me that Mariah Carey has managed both to nab and sustain this miraculous comeback of hers. I mean, Mariah's been riding the Emancipation of Mimi album for a fucking YEAR now. At this point, she's in Thriller and Rhythm Nation territory, releasing - what is this, the nineth single? Mariah's all over the MTV Jams channel at 4 a.m., slobbering on the ballsacks of Neptunes producer Pharrell Williams and Snoop Dogg, who's been phoning in his guest shots for the last half-decade and still manages to be bankably charming in videos and commercials and on talk shows.
Veteran director Paul Hunter brings us a high-society tale of paparazzi chasing our quasi-interracial celebrity couple (Pharrell and Mariah, who will henceforth be known to tabloids as "Phariah"), who roll around Paris or Venice or, I don't know, America* in the back of their fancy car. Then Mariah writhes in a bikini atop of a bunch of suitcases and Snoop stares through sunglasses at her cameltoe while sitting with his back to a bunch of safe-deposit boxes. The video degenerates from there - Mariah singing sensually into her Razor phone, Pharrell in a wife beater, Snoop looking around frantically for the half-ounce of Maui Wowie he had in his pocket when he arrived at the shoot...
* = Seriously, the peak of my geographical knowledge was ninth grade, when I knew what "mercator projection" meant and could name all the state capitals and continents. Now I can only name four of each, and I sure as hell don't know if Phariah is cruising around Europe or Iowa in this video.
It's unfathomable to me that Mariah Carey has managed both to nab and sustain this miraculous comeback of hers. I mean, Mariah's been riding the Emancipation of Mimi album for a fucking YEAR now. At this point, she's in Thriller and Rhythm Nation territory, releasing - what is this, the nineth single? Mariah's all over the MTV Jams channel at 4 a.m., slobbering on the ballsacks of Neptunes producer Pharrell Williams and Snoop Dogg, who's been phoning in his guest shots for the last half-decade and still manages to be bankably charming in videos and commercials and on talk shows.
Veteran director Paul Hunter brings us a high-society tale of paparazzi chasing our quasi-interracial celebrity couple (Pharrell and Mariah, who will henceforth be known to tabloids as "Phariah"), who roll around Paris or Venice or, I don't know, America* in the back of their fancy car. Then Mariah writhes in a bikini atop of a bunch of suitcases and Snoop stares through sunglasses at her cameltoe while sitting with his back to a bunch of safe-deposit boxes. The video degenerates from there - Mariah singing sensually into her Razor phone, Pharrell in a wife beater, Snoop looking around frantically for the half-ounce of Maui Wowie he had in his pocket when he arrived at the shoot...
* = Seriously, the peak of my geographical knowledge was ninth grade, when I knew what "mercator projection" meant and could name all the state capitals and continents. Now I can only name four of each, and I sure as hell don't know if Phariah is cruising around Europe or Iowa in this video.
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