Mrs. Flickhead’s been shaking her head lately as yours truly succumbs to his inner adolescent, but my current obsession with Beyoncé’s video, “Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It),” has less to do with lust than exuberance, joy and my admiration for choreography. That last count has been put to the test in recent years, especially when musicals like Moulin Rouge! and Chicago photograph dancers from the waist up (now there’s an interesting concept) and move them around in the editing. In the above vid, Beyoncé and company are not only visible from head to toe, but they’re going full tilt boogie. Yes, there are cuts, but there were also cuts in Astaire and Kelly numbers, so I won’t be too picky. In the meantime, the percussive tune’s been ricocheting between my ears for days. It’s only a matter of time before I start shaking the bony Flick booty here in my crib, where we get “Single Ladies” free on demand in glorious HD. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the speakers flanking the set have been bouncing along with me.
Labels: Flickhead's erotic pleasures, Music and dance