Ah, Duran Duran. Their songs never made much sense, but they sure put out some entertaining videos. Here's a recently rediscovered jewel from the Rio album: a song that was never released as a single, so you probably aren't familiar with it unless you grew up in that era and were a fan of the band.
I can still remember seeing this video for the first time back in the eighties and being absolutely scandalized, even without making it all the way to the topless dance at the end. I turned off the TV long before then. Eek! Corsets! Lesbians! Run for your lives! ;-P
If you're interested, you can see the whole video on YouTube here (Embedding is disabled). It really is worth a look, very artfully done. And the fetish wear still looks stunning and perfectly appropriate today.
But if you're still on dial-up or just not interested enough to make the click, here's a quick run-down with a few of my favorite shots. I won't bother to include the lyrics, since they're just the usual Duran Duran mix of vaguely sexual stream of consciousness.
The video begins with Lady A in a stunning bustier and lace-up skirt, caressing herself as her stone-faced chauffeur sneaks glances in the rearview mirror.
Lady B wakes up horny, beautifully adorned in latex and mesh, and promptly changes into something more comfortable...if a bit less fetishy. But hey, at least she strikes a nice drone-pose in the mirror.
After much driving, posing, and way too many small, black balls rolling around the floor of the car to be useful for what I imagine they're used for, the two women finally meet up in a parking garage - because, after all, what could be sexier than oil-stained concrete under fluorescent lighting? But hey, at least we get a nice look at Lady A's whole costume now. I so love that skirt!
Anyway, this being a Duran Duran video, the lovers don't do anything as banal as falling into a passionate embrace or kissing or anything. Nope. They just put their palms together and dance. But you know, it kind of works.
Now, here's where it really gets interesting. Slowly, quietly, the chauffeur steps out of the car and approaches them. Is he a voyeur? Is he going to snatch Lady A away for himself? Is he going to call the indecency police?
Nope, nope, and nope. He's going to turn into a woman and do a Billy Idol "Dancing with Myself."
It took me quite some time to realize the chauffeur's dance is so jerky-looking because that's exactly what the chauffeur is doing: jerking. Off.