- Crazy fun as Kesha hosts a fancy-dress champagne cocktail party for a couple of unicorns, actor James Van Der Beek arrives, they engage in an exchange of wit before dueling it out with laser guns. Who's going to blow whom away?
- Really 'letting the crazy out' as this fun-spirited video kicks off with a fancy-dress champagne cocktail party Kesha hosts for a couple of bemused unicorns, culminating in a playful word-skirmish romp with surprise guest actor James van der Beek, having a laser shootout with him,.and turning his head into her wall-mounted trophy.—RavenGlamDVDCollector, ElectricLadyLand
- No mythological animals were harmed in the making of this video. So, instantly, a promised treat, some fun experience lies up ahead. Champagne is poured at a cocktail party and Kesha, dressed in a skin-tight patent leather outfit decorated with intricate silver jewelry, is regaling two guests costumed up as unicorns with the madcap nonsensical story of 'her political success.' "So I grabbed the bear by the throat, looked him straight in the eyes, and said 'Bear, you have until the count of zero to put some pants on, and apologize to the President.' And that's the story of how I got elected to the parliament of Uzbekistan." To which she bursts out laughing mischievously and gives the command "Dance!" Crazy fun up ahead!
(As these guests attempt to drink from their champagne flutes without removing their elaborate unicorn masks, it all becomes even more surreal, are they intended to be fairy-tale characters?) (Anyway, doesn't matter, but just look at her kissing those unicorns on their snouts, all very symbolical...)
James Van Der Beek arrives on the scene. He's sent her a delicate little treat which she has sexily slipped into her mouth, savoring it.
He circles her, confidently getting rid of his dinner jacket, showing off the muscular physique of his chest filling his shirt, and she lets her hand move down towards her groin, while he, enthralled, grooms his hair, and she toys with her own. Their courtship ritual then takes a weird turn. With his attention firmly focused on her, she reaches inside her leather outfit, and yanks off her black bra, discarding it. Raising her eyes at him, she expects something similar, and, oddly enough, hilariously, James, not to be outdone, is revealed as a transvestite, for he reaches inside his shirt, pulling off a similar black bra, casting it aside, grinning suggestively at her. She cocks her head at him. They've hit it off big time and the sexual tension between these two beautiful people is immense.
"Back door cracked, we don't need a key, we get in for free, no V.I.P. sleaze. Drink that Kool-Aid, follow my lead, now you're one of us, you're coming with me."
Not that James needs to be invited twice. He comes over to her, and she regards him roguishly. "Well, well, well, if it isn't James Van Der Douche," she smirks playfully. He retorts with word-play on her name as well, the way her name used to be billed during those days, Ke$ha, addressing her as Ke-dollarsign-Ha. She then thanks him for the treat he had sent over, all veiled in sexuality. Monster cheese, which she enjoyed, the oral treat, say no more. He graciously accepts her invitation to join him on the dance-floor.
"Now what? What? We get what we want, we do what you don't. Dirt and glitter cover the floor, we're pretty and sick, we're young and we're bored, It's time to lose control and let the crazy out."
But he pulls his laser gun on her, for some unclear reason, and they have a shootout, rainbow prisms filling the screen, unicorns getting caught in the crossfire, and James gets a shoulder-wound and his head ends up being her hunting trophy. James Van Der Dead.
Nonsensical, but fun to watch.
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