Is obviously Justin Bieber.
There’s no getting past that.
And yet NEVER SAY NEVER is both inspiring and terrifying and … God knows what else.
He is the flawless first crush (unthreateningly androgynous yet endlessly energetic), a Law of Attraction Poster Child of “If you can dream it, you can become it” –– which, come to think about it, is vaguely Rocky Horror), a triumph of marketing and soulless mass-promotion and … God knows what else.
I can’t tell if I feel like dancing and leaping for joy after this movie, or if I need a long cold shower to wash away its effects.
All I know is that not a single melody is memorable … but the image of his perfect hair is indelible.
He’s like the Vitruvian boy –– and perhaps we should re-launch a space probe to promote him to other galaxies –– a singular testament to a cosmology that evidences glimpses of the Divine and/or promotes a zippy pedophilia.
I cling to the fact that he is Canadian … and somehow it all makes sense.
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