Video Review

Dim Bulbs in the City of Lights: Savage Garden – “Truly Madly Deeply”

  Note: Another twisted music video review. Not a whole lot happening with this one, but it takes place in Paris, so at least we have pretty things to look at during the slow bits. Here we go…

 

We start out with brief shots of a fancy statue, lead singer Darren, some woman hopping off a train and running away like she’s done something naughty, and an impatient man checking his watch while looking darkly handsome. Then we’re back to Darren walking down a street and bursting into song, because that’s something that just happens in Paris, it can’t be helped.

While Darren warbles, we get more shots of Running Woman and Impatient Man, and it becomes clear that he’s waiting for her to get her ass to wherever he is. Apparently Running Woman (let’s call her Claire) is not the best at directions or remaining focused, because she just keeps stampeding around and looking frazzled. Impatient Man (let’s call him Biff) not only doesn’t like to be kept waiting, he also doesn’t care for nearby couples at cafes who perform public displays of affection, because he keeps glaring at them, dark condemnation in his eyes.

Darren just keeps walking and singing while pretty leaves fall from the trees and old buildings get older.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is basically the whole video. Claire runs and runs and runs and Biff waits and waits and waits. This is the part where you forget about the boring couple and just start looking at all the pretty sights of Paris. Conveniently, Claire manages to run past quite a few of the more popular destinations, so we have a nice mini-tour without having to sit on a crowded bus where other people smell bad and keep blocking your view out the window.

Oh, and Darren is also serving as Julie the Cruise Director, wandering by some famous places as well. If he would just stand still for a minute, surely Claire will come running along and he can give her some directions, or at least hand her a bottle of water for the next leg of the marathon. (“Pace yourself, girl. Ain’t no mountain high enough if you rest in the valleys.”)

Eventually, Biff gets fed up and leaves the café, which is not a good move. Claire obviously has issues finding a stationary target, so she’s really going to fall apart attempting to find a moving one. Biff climbs some pretty stairs that look ominously like those mean steps in The Exorcist where people died, so who knows where this is going. If a priest walks up, tossing holy water about in a frenzy of exorcism we’re in trouble.

Claire runs. Darren sings. Biff makes it harder for Claire to find him. The citizens of Paris ignore all of this, because tourists are constantly doing stupid things in their town and they’re over it. (“How do you get to the Eiffel Tower? Mon cher, if you can’t figure out how to walk toward the ginormous tower on your own, you need to go back home.”)

Claire finally stops to ask for directions, something I would have done three days ago, but Claire is young and pretty and logic isn’t important to her yet. Then she goes running up those Exorcist stairs, so perhaps she’s getting warmer, managing to at least get in the right part of town. Then again, there are a lot of stairs in Paris, because don’t mind exercise in France. Unlike America, where some people get enraged if their doctors suggest that they get off the couch once a decade or so.

Oh, maybe those stairs proved to be a breaking point for Claire, because she stops halfway up them and just sits, letting the camera twirl around her, capturing her messy but cute hairdo. While she catches her breath, we get another montage of Darren marching along in his I’m-still-in-the-closet couture and Biff not staying in one place, making things harder for Claire and the attention span of the viewing audience.

At one point, Claire climbs up the most-important hill in Montmartre so we can get some nice views of the city and she can plot her next pointless move in the quest for Waldo. Darren, apparently thirsty, goes into a Bohemian little bistro where the rest of his band is conveniently playing, allowing him to continue with the singing. And who knows what Biff is doing, we stopped caring.

Claire comes down off the hill, pausing to stare at the famous carousel situated at the base, an apt symbol of her going in circles and not getting anything done while music plays. Then she heads off to wander through more of the city, not running now, because that was clearly getting her nowhere. Darren keeps singing in the bistro, not bothering to order anything, so you know the staff hated him for taking up one of their limited tables and jacking with their tip flow. (“Monsieur, if you not desire the escargots fresh, why here? If not wanting of the food, go to place not having food, like final resting grave of Jim Morrison or Catacombs with skulls beaucoup.”)

Finally, after glumly strolling past tons of historic places where Biff isn’t, Claire turns a corner and there’s her man, magically slumped up against an ancient wall, looking like a strung-out junkie with disappointment issues, probably not the vision the producers were going for, but these things happen with poor set-design planning. They happily embrace one another while Darren hits some especially high notes in the song, proving that if you just try hard enough you can eventually find a man who doesn’t really want you in the first place.

We end the video with Clair and Biff meandering through the few parts of the city that we haven’t already visited, Darren either leaving or getting kicked out of the bistro (“Escargots!”), and the people of Paris quietly waiting for another city to become more popular so they can finally eat their croissants in peace without some fool asking “parlez-vous anglais?”…

 

Click here to watch the video on YouTube. It’s not necessary, of course. Your choice.

Originally published in the original “Backup Dancers from Hell” on 09/28/11. Considerable changes made for this current post, in an effort to make this more interesting than it really is. For the record, as is the case with most of these video reviews, I really like the song. It’s the artistic vision of the director that has me scratching my lazy-American head…

 

13 replies »

  1. Love your post. 🙂

    I watched the video. Along with the other points that you raise, I’m also wondering why everything looks so jaundiced. I mean, atmosphere is one thing, but all of Paris looks like it’s surviving a major nearby fire. Or is that just my eye, kind of yellowish and lacking appropriately tinted glasses? 😉

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  2. I didn’t make it through the video. I’ve actually heard the song and liked it. The lyrics are kinda sweet and sappy but also kinda nice.
    “I want to stand with you on a mountain
    I want to bathe with you in the sea.
    I want to lay like this forever.
    Until the sky falls down on me”
    How sweet is that? LOL too sweet?
    On the other hand, that video is, at best, annoying. You did an excellent job describing what I saw of it. I wish to retain the ability to listen to the song, so I won’t watch the rest of that video. Bwah ha ha

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  3. Nope, didn’t know the song or video. I would have enjoyed the video better if it had a more realistic ending, that being the man saying “Where WERE you?! I waited like FIVE hours!” and her saying, “I F–ING HATE PARIS!” but lacking that, I enjoyed your commentary very much.

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  4. I just watched the video for the first time, and I think your analysis is perfect. I don’t understand all this RUNNING. Not only that, after running all over Paris, her makeup looks fab, e.g. no flaky or running mascara.

    Anyway, it’s a lovely song, and a good soundtrack for a rainy afternoon. 🙂

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    • It IS a good soundtrack for a rainy afternoon, just like the one we had earlier today in Dallas. (We don’t get much rain round these parts this time of year, so folks were all “what the hell is that falling from the sky? Should we pray?”). Luckily, I spent said afternoon at a lovely Salvadoran restaurant, guzzling margarita swirls, and therefore not caring that my mascara was running after all that running…

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