The Legend of Rebecca Black: oh the humanity! - Page 53

On March 18 2011 18:56 JieXian wrote:
wtf she's 13? Is that normal to look like that when you're 13? She looks like 16.

disgusting.

On March 18 2011 19:45 Rashid wrote:
i dont understand why a girl who's singing about how she enjoys her fridays is sillier than a bunch of douchebags who sing about yellow submarines.

On March 18 2011 18:12 Alethios wrote:
Kids can't even do bad music right these days.



*At the mall having fun is what it's all abooot
I haven't done my homework yet (thats ok)
And you know how my parents get (uh whatever!)*

On March 19 2011 01:39 Psyqo wrote:
Fried eggs fried eggs...

On March 19 2011 00:28 ToxNub wrote:
I'd hit it.

On March 19 2011 01:51 Denia1 wrote:
Rebecca Black's Friday is a song that has arrived way ahead of its time. The critics might mention that the subject is dull beyond belief, or sarcastically remark on the banality of choosing a "seat" as 'existential'.

Ironically enough they are in fact correct, but not in their irony. The creative genius of the artist does bring up an existentialist idea and it is the concept of habit, combined with authenticity and its everlasting foe: determinism.

The theme is developed excellently in all aspects by the music, the lyrics, the vocals and the acting. As the girl considers "which seat can [she] take" it is clear that there is only one vacant seat in the car and that she has no choice whatsoever and the idea of possessing a choice is inauthentic; she can only "take" one seat. The existential fakeness is developed in depth and is perfectly expressed by Rebbeca's acting and monotonous tone, portraying the emptiness of the actions of a young teenager who tries to appear like an adult.

Her acting is remarkable indeed as it is much easier to act authentically and to depict a strong, developed character, than to act a phony girl. But to act fakeness and artificiality so perfectly, to express the fake happiness and the true sadness at the same time, to reach the exact point which brings her viewers to a point between laughing and crying; now that is art!

The dreadful determinacy of the days in a week coming one after another is mercilessly cyclical and reminds us of the wheel of fate. Its logical obviousness underlines its dullness and prepares us for the "fun, fun,fun" of a Firday, which never comes due to its fakeness. Here Rebecca needs to be praised again as the expression on her face and her eyes tell a different story in the same way the lyrics and the tone contradict each other in order to produce an effect of inauthenticity.

This masterpiece could be contrasted with Linkin Park's Breaking the Habit where the protagonist breaks the habit by committing suicide. In Friday, the habit is not broken and the character continues living her dreary life with the illusion of excitement. Whether she is to be laughed at or cryed about depends on one's world view, but only a cynic would not lose a tear thinking of all the teenagers and workers who think they 'rebel' on Fridays and truly enjoy themselves, while in fact they are only conforming to what other people do.