You can't start a fire without a spark
If we were to create a time capsule to enshrine the greatest moments of the 1980s, this Brian DePalma-directed video would have to go up there with the Fall of the Berlin Wall and Kirk Gibson's 9th inning homer/fist pump.
The Boss is in top form here, busting out dance moves that the world would not see again until Elaine Benes at the Peterman Christmas party. Even though Brad Paisley insists that alcohol helps, if it weren't for this video, white people wouldn't have started dancing at all.
0:03 - We start out in black and fade into Bruce's Parkinsons-esque arm movements. It appears as though he came straight to the concert from his office's bowling night and didn't feel like changing his shirt.
0:34 - The first jump stop/subsequent point to the audience of the night for the Boss. By my count, he gets up to about 8.
0:46 - Have you ever wondered what it would look like if Michael J Fox were to do the Twist? Yeah, probably something like that.
0:57 - Nice one, Bruce. The twisting hurricane finger gesture.
1:11 - This crowd point is unique, since Springsteen then goes into a peroid of deep thought as he stares into the abyss and ponders whether or not there is "something happening somewhere" and if this says something about our relative place in the universe. Perhaps Kierkegaard was right and our lives are meaningless and only the "knights of faith" can transcend.
1:19 - Whoops. Guess dramatic arm flailing and intense head turns are just a lot more fun than logic.
1:34 - Holy affirmative action, Batman! We now get the obligatory shots of the black sax player and the Jewish drummer.
1:58 - At this point, Springsteen's left arm goes numb and he's trying his hardest to regain feeling.
2:29 - Greatest. Twist. Ever.
2:49 - Then he attempts to do the Ric Flair chicken walk. Hilarity ensues.
2:56 - To quote GOB Bluth, "I'd kill for an ass like that." Unquote.
3:09 - Bruce now scans the concert, looking for this next score, much like what Wilt Chamberlain used to do at Laker games.
3:18 - Wow. Bruce shows no regard for that microphone, does he?
3:22 - Roadie! Get that woman off the stage right now! I don't care if she bore Chandler's baby, she's not with the band!
3:26 - And we fade out, getting treated to not only a great Clarence Clemmons saxophone solo, but also the anorexic stylings of the Arquette-less Courtney Cox.
And there you have it, the greatest piece of film that America will ever produce. Scorsese should just stop trying. It also goes to show you the versatility of Bruce Springsteen. Not many men can have a seizure AND lip-synch at the same time. Boy, am I glad that some Americans get their political views from this man.
If we were to create a time capsule to enshrine the greatest moments of the 1980s, this Brian DePalma-directed video would have to go up there with the Fall of the Berlin Wall and Kirk Gibson's 9th inning homer/fist pump.
The Boss is in top form here, busting out dance moves that the world would not see again until Elaine Benes at the Peterman Christmas party. Even though Brad Paisley insists that alcohol helps, if it weren't for this video, white people wouldn't have started dancing at all.
0:03 - We start out in black and fade into Bruce's Parkinsons-esque arm movements. It appears as though he came straight to the concert from his office's bowling night and didn't feel like changing his shirt.
0:34 - The first jump stop/subsequent point to the audience of the night for the Boss. By my count, he gets up to about 8.
0:46 - Have you ever wondered what it would look like if Michael J Fox were to do the Twist? Yeah, probably something like that.
0:57 - Nice one, Bruce. The twisting hurricane finger gesture.
1:11 - This crowd point is unique, since Springsteen then goes into a peroid of deep thought as he stares into the abyss and ponders whether or not there is "something happening somewhere" and if this says something about our relative place in the universe. Perhaps Kierkegaard was right and our lives are meaningless and only the "knights of faith" can transcend.
1:19 - Whoops. Guess dramatic arm flailing and intense head turns are just a lot more fun than logic.
1:34 - Holy affirmative action, Batman! We now get the obligatory shots of the black sax player and the Jewish drummer.
1:58 - At this point, Springsteen's left arm goes numb and he's trying his hardest to regain feeling.
2:29 - Greatest. Twist. Ever.
2:49 - Then he attempts to do the Ric Flair chicken walk. Hilarity ensues.
2:56 - To quote GOB Bluth, "I'd kill for an ass like that." Unquote.
3:09 - Bruce now scans the concert, looking for this next score, much like what Wilt Chamberlain used to do at Laker games.
3:18 - Wow. Bruce shows no regard for that microphone, does he?
3:22 - Roadie! Get that woman off the stage right now! I don't care if she bore Chandler's baby, she's not with the band!
3:26 - And we fade out, getting treated to not only a great Clarence Clemmons saxophone solo, but also the anorexic stylings of the Arquette-less Courtney Cox.
And there you have it, the greatest piece of film that America will ever produce. Scorsese should just stop trying. It also goes to show you the versatility of Bruce Springsteen. Not many men can have a seizure AND lip-synch at the same time. Boy, am I glad that some Americans get their political views from this man.
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