The Leonard Cohen-Quentin Tarantino “Dance Me To The End Of Love” Video
I first downloaded today’s featured video years ago when it was not only difficult to find but, except in elitist circles, not known to exist.
To bag this item, I had to know somebody who knew somebody
Those were the days.
A Lamentation Only Tangentially Related To This Video
With the popularization of newfangled1 internet technologies, maintaining ones media-geek cred becomes daily more difficult.
First it was Napster, Kazaa, and the other file-sharing sites that made ownership of almost any track, regardless of how obscure it had been, a trivial two-minute search and download for any competent eight year-old. “The Ben Folds & Rufus Wainwright cover of Careless Whisper? Got it right here.”
Now, it’s YouTube, Dabble, Google Video, and their congeners, which have devalued my tenaciously garnered and carefully stored video treasures by providing easy access to such files.
Given that one version of this video has been viewed on YouTube 43,500 times and there are frequently-viewed versions on several other sites, it can hardly be considered obscure. Nonetheless, I’ve found that introducing folks to this flick can still occasionally elicit that startle reflex and concomitant “When, how, … ” confused mumble that – I’m told – media snobs treasure.
The Major Players
The music is Leonard Cohen performing “Dance Me To The End Of Love.” The Director is Aaron Goffman, who is the production designer and art director for a batch of TV shows such as CSI: New York and, it seems, for every commercial every made. The male lead is Quentin Tarantino.
Well, two kids run along the beach and then do a Twilight Zone sort of picture frame twirl that dissolves to a wedding night set in motel room (The Las Vegas Inn – Hourly Rate $15).
There are lots of mirrors reflecting mirror images reflecting … (which I wouldn’t have expected as accessories in a cheap room, but it is Las Vegas).
The screen flickers often. Bride and groom stare into space quite a bit.
Quentin is briefly naked. The bride nearly kisses self in mirror. Then Quentin is encased in chains – but no longer naked, which seems odd. It rains. Quentin watches TV while wearing handcuffs – but is still clothed.
Bride and groom dance the Junior High shuffle. A couple of statues show up sporadically and are, no doubt, very important.
Some preliminary lovey-dovey stuff occurs in bed. Bride’s climax is indicated, I think, by her gripping the bedspread, although she may just be looking for the TV remote.
Those kids on the beach reappear.
- This 1995 video is stylistically dated
- The imagery is more than a tad amateurish
- The symbolism is heavy-handed
- The production values fall short of brilliant
- Overall, it strikes even a Ozarks kid like me as something a film student trying too hard might produce
It’s Leonard Cohen and Quentin Tarantino, for goodness sake. Weren’t you paying attention?
I’ve seen this video perhaps 50 times in the past few years. I’ve found it gratifying each time. I cannot explain why.
Maybe, as the Chris Cagle song has it, it’s “because the chicks dig it.”
Leonard Cohen and Quentin Tarantino – Dance Me To The End Of Love
- In anticipation of the would-be etymologically provocateurs, I will point out that the original ancestral format of “newfangled” is not “new” + “fangled” but “newfangled” itself, which dates back to the 13th century, albeit in a different spelling. And, to answer your now de-fanged queries, the dictionaries do indeed include the term, “oldfangled,” but it is a derivative of “newfangled.” And there is a term, “fangled,” capable of standing on its own, but it too originates from rather than serving as the parent of “newfangled.” An excellent, succinct discussion of this can be had at Maven’s Word Of The Day: newfangled [↩]