She dances — like, actual choreography! There’s exposed skin! It feels a little racy, a little sexy, a little taboo! After inexplicably riding through the streets of Paris in a vintage Benz, she does a sexy strut down a cobblestone street and ends up in a club flanked by dancers where she just lets loose and lives while she’s young or whatever. She even sports a high ponytail.
Admittedly, there’s no narrative, but it’s Selena being grown-and-sexy, which is more than adequate narrative for me. It’s a cherry on top of how fine the Stars Dance era has already been, and it augurs well for what’s to come.
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