I certainly don’t always agree with the LA Times‘ Patrick Goldstein – and I don’t even agree with everything he offers in today’s The Big Picture – but I think he nails it here:
Dressing herself Fergie-style, with baubles and bling, surrounded by black-clad male dancers, Morissette retained the original’s visual sluttiness but replaced the Peas’ thumping rhythm track with a pensive solo piano. By removing the intoxicating bass line and clearly enunciating the crass lyrics, she gave the song’s sexpot swagger a new tone of sadness and desperation while simultaneously parodying her own artistic tendencies toward self-absorbed angst.
It’s a striking performance, functioning as both social criticism and self-criticism.
For Morissette, this video — made at her home on digital video for roughly $2,000 — may transform her persona as much as taking a part in “Pulp Fiction” did for John Travolta.
This could conceivably make my year-end ballot, I like it so much.