My immediate reaction as the show began was, “Oh shit. Madonna’s here” and I knew right then, that MTV realized that if they were gonna make up for the snoozer of an award show they put on last year, they needed to pull out the big guns. Madonna proceeded to introduce an inexpressibly moving tribute to Michael Jackson, admittedly intertwined with the typical Madonna narcissism, but I’d say she was a most appropriate choice. Every time I watch any tribute to Michael Jackson I constantly find myself overwhelmed by the longevity and incomparable range of his career. It’s just something I’ll never get over.
Janet’s joining of the stage dancers when “Scream” came on and there was that great shot where him dancing was on the big screen behind her as she mimicked his moves in the lower right side of the shot, really touching stuff, Janet really did it, setting a precedent for the night that was met over and over again.
Then kill the lights, cue standing ovation, cue Katy Perry slaughtering another American classic as we introduce Russell Brand, our host for the evening, still sexy, still getting little to nothing from the crowd. What are you gonna do though? (Side note: The only host I really ever remember loving from the VMAs was Jimmy Fallon, who Brand later referred to as this generation’s David Letterman, I sure as hell hope not for the sake of our generation, love the guy, but his talk show sucks.) Whatever, he made some joke promoting public health care, wore unflattering pants and talked about his erections and being British all night, pretty much sums it up.
Janet’s joining of the stage dancers when “Scream” came on and there was that great shot where him dancing was on the big screen behind her as she mimicked his moves in the lower right side of the shot, really touching stuff, Janet really did it, setting a precedent for the night that was met over and over again.
Then kill the lights, cue standing ovation, cue Katy Perry slaughtering another American classic as we introduce Russell Brand, our host for the evening, still sexy, still getting little to nothing from the crowd. What are you gonna do though? (Side note: The only host I really ever remember loving from the VMAs was Jimmy Fallon, who Brand later referred to as this generation’s David Letterman, I sure as hell hope not for the sake of our generation, love the guy, but his talk show sucks.) Whatever, he made some joke promoting public health care, wore unflattering pants and talked about his erections and being British all night, pretty much sums it up.
After that was the evening’s big shocker and, what I would say, the opening of the fairy tale narrative the VMA’s adopted. I’m gonna quit talking in a linear sequence now because, if I keep going I’ll never shut up, and this story really must be told as it would be told outside of a debriefing.
The first award given out of the evening was for Best Female Video, the presenters, if my notes serve me correctly, were Shakira and Taylor Lautner (werewolf dude from Twilight—SheWolf with a Werewolf, I don’t know, I loved it!). A dark horse in the race, Taylor Swift, took the moon man for “You Belong With Me” despite her stiff competition including Lady GaGa’s “Poker face” and Beyonce’s “Put a Ring on It.”
T. Swift, in her infinite adorable sincerity and humble nature, looks genuinely shocked as she covers her mouth in her long, silver, princess-y gown (she showed up in a pink horse-drawn carriage—Thanks MTV!) and goes up and gets all of like, fifteen words out about how happy she is to receive this “VMA award” because she’s a country singer and these things don’t usually happen to them…when Kanye, in his infinite and boundless arrogance, takes the mic from her and proclaims how he’ll let her finish, but that this was a sham because Beyonce made one of the best videos of all time.
The first award given out of the evening was for Best Female Video, the presenters, if my notes serve me correctly, were Shakira and Taylor Lautner (werewolf dude from Twilight—SheWolf with a Werewolf, I don’t know, I loved it!). A dark horse in the race, Taylor Swift, took the moon man for “You Belong With Me” despite her stiff competition including Lady GaGa’s “Poker face” and Beyonce’s “Put a Ring on It.”
T. Swift, in her infinite adorable sincerity and humble nature, looks genuinely shocked as she covers her mouth in her long, silver, princess-y gown (she showed up in a pink horse-drawn carriage—Thanks MTV!) and goes up and gets all of like, fifteen words out about how happy she is to receive this “VMA award” because she’s a country singer and these things don’t usually happen to them…when Kanye, in his infinite and boundless arrogance, takes the mic from her and proclaims how he’ll let her finish, but that this was a sham because Beyonce made one of the best videos of all time.
All right, Kanye, duh. Everybody knows that. But do you really use MTV Video Music Awards as your pop cultural relevance barometer? Do you really think that Beyonce, who is a Grammy Award, Golden Globe nominated performer and superstar was really banking on putting that stainless steel astronaut above her fireplace in her palace with Jay-Z (I like to think of them as living in a palace but also hosting really fun barbacues—I actually often say that of any celebrity couple theirs is the barbecue I’d most want to be invited to…anyway).
The night goes on and not only did the event make little Taylor look like she was going to burst into tears, but it interrupted the opening of what I thought was a hilarious skit of Tracy Morgan and Eminem, Em training Tracy to become Best New Artist, “I could be Tracy GaGa,” hysterical. Thanks a lot Kanye for overshadowing that line. Come to think of it they would have been pretty adequate and hysterical hosts. Whatever. (Side note: My favorite part of that bit was the Cyndi Lauper cameo—now that’s a perfect reference MTV).
Taylor went on to perform her hit via a subway car, an admittedly nauseating performance where her vocals were proven to be way weak live, but I was so in camp T. Swift that even I cheered from here in Cackalack. Every mention of Kanye is met with wild boos and chants of “Taylor! Taylor!” from the audience, loves it. And Beyonce goes on, to KILL, KIIIIIIIIILLLLLLL in her performance of Single Ladies, starting with the bridge, which was smart, cause that part of the song is HOT, looking great, despite what some have said, and, whatever, I can’t even, I was in tears. If you didn’t see it YouTube it now. Loves it beyond expression. I can’t even.
The night goes on and not only did the event make little Taylor look like she was going to burst into tears, but it interrupted the opening of what I thought was a hilarious skit of Tracy Morgan and Eminem, Em training Tracy to become Best New Artist, “I could be Tracy GaGa,” hysterical. Thanks a lot Kanye for overshadowing that line. Come to think of it they would have been pretty adequate and hysterical hosts. Whatever. (Side note: My favorite part of that bit was the Cyndi Lauper cameo—now that’s a perfect reference MTV).
Taylor went on to perform her hit via a subway car, an admittedly nauseating performance where her vocals were proven to be way weak live, but I was so in camp T. Swift that even I cheered from here in Cackalack. Every mention of Kanye is met with wild boos and chants of “Taylor! Taylor!” from the audience, loves it. And Beyonce goes on, to KILL, KIIIIIIIIILLLLLLL in her performance of Single Ladies, starting with the bridge, which was smart, cause that part of the song is HOT, looking great, despite what some have said, and, whatever, I can’t even, I was in tears. If you didn’t see it YouTube it now. Loves it beyond expression. I can’t even.
Anyway the really good part of this story comes as Andy Samberg and Jimmy Fallon present the award for Video of the Year, which went to, what do you know, Beyonce. Girl goes up there, looking fucking fabulous in that short, pocketed low cut red dress, presumably from House of Dereon, and says about how she remembers her first VMA and how it was when she was 17 and it was with Destiny’s Child and what a special moment, and how she wants Taylor to come out here and have that moment.
I, died. Couldn’t even handle it. All right cynics, I know that it was very ostensibly a premeditated move and probably mandated by the producers of the show. But the way that she did it with such grace and humility and understanding, and then Taylor Swift comes out and is just, again, adorable, thanking her brother’s high school which Beyonce got a cute chuckle out of.
You know what it reminded me of so much? Dream Girls enthusiasts will get this. It was like that moment in the end of Dream Girls when Deena Jones (Beyonce) says at their farewell concert, “But you know there aren’t three Dreamettes, there are four…” and introduces, “Effie!” and Jennifer Hudson comes out in that ridiculously sparkly gown and the crowd goes wild and she proceeds to kill that song with Deena doing back up, pleased with her good deed and justice having been served. I like to think that Beyonce took a page out of Deena Jones’s book there After all, it was the film of her life.
You know what it reminded me of so much? Dream Girls enthusiasts will get this. It was like that moment in the end of Dream Girls when Deena Jones (Beyonce) says at their farewell concert, “But you know there aren’t three Dreamettes, there are four…” and introduces, “Effie!” and Jennifer Hudson comes out in that ridiculously sparkly gown and the crowd goes wild and she proceeds to kill that song with Deena doing back up, pleased with her good deed and justice having been served. I like to think that Beyonce took a page out of Deena Jones’s book there After all, it was the film of her life.
Then Jay-Z came out and performed with Alicia Keys and it settled it for me. I need to go to a Jay-Z and Beyonce barbecue. They’re my America’s Sweethearts. (Side note again: what the fuck was with Lil Mama jumping on the stage at the end of that shit? Please, you’re the Paula Abdul of America's Best Dance Crew, you carry no social capital, knock it off.)
Other highlights included Lady GaGa looking like a lunatic in the periphery of every shot of Beyonce as she was sitting right behind her and wore outfits including a feathered neck corset, red lace jumpsuit that covered her face, and an Eskimo/sea anemone beard. My friend Lindsay made the best comment about GaGa: “The only thing I like about Lady GaGa is that she makes Katy Perry look like a total amateur.” Amen. The only two things I can say about her performance, because this is long already, is that number one, I completely forgot how musically capable she really is, and number two, I completely underestimated her limits (she basically mock hung herself on stage as the finale of her performance of “Paparazzi”—now MJ didn’t off himself, but I still found it tasteless in light of recent events.) I also have to say I did love that in her acceptance speech she yelled in between obscenities, “This is for God! And for the gays!”
Love a good shout out, especially when delivered next to a visibly uncomfortable Eminem.
Love that there was still love for Brit Brit, winning best pop video for that absurdly sexy masterpiece “Womanizer.” As she’s on tour now she accepted via somewhere with her band of dancers and also, did anyone else notice that Max, as in the magician-waiter from The Max in Saved By the Bell, was on tour with Britney? Apparently his name’s Ed Alonzo. Who knew?
Final thoughts:
Why did Eminem win Best Rap Video for that dreadful song proclaiming insults and slurs about pop cultural happenings that we had long stopped caring about, what, do only twelve-year-old white kids vote for that category?
Love that Serena Williams, a. was there and b. made a joke about crossing the line.
And lastly, Who the fuck is Muse?
In closing, Kanye, way to leave yourself open to shameless parody:
