When this video first premiered, a roommate and I sat and watched it, silently, gape-jawed. LaChappelle had outdone himself and Christina----well, she snatched---pun there---the naughty crown from Madonna---for a moment. My roommate and I watched it until the end and then left the living room, separately, silently.
I appreciated teh water spitting scene and the red panties. I mean he could've gone black and then it would've been all dancer-ish or white suggesting a purritanicalism....but red, red said they were all motherfucking in.
Furthermore, this reminded me of my days cage dancing, hanging out, dancing for hourrrrrrrrs at LimeLite (who remembers LimeLite). Not the sanitized one, but back in the day when it was officially the church that had become the gates to hell.
One I swear to God, there was this guy who was a lookalike for the porn star Les Stine (or maybe it was him, the joint was THAT kind of a place)
Honestly I once danced for so long that I left LimeLite with a white shirt, dirty. On the back. Yes, I'd been on the floor dancing so hard and........nevermind.....