What can we say about Scarlett Johansson’s first music video? There are no bright colors to shock your not-fully-awake brain. Um, what else? She obviously made this song for a love of the music, because no one in their right mind would think it’s going to be the next “Best of Both Worlds.” The only time you could use the word “hit” in conjunction with the song is when you’re talking about how your head hit the desk after you fell asleep from boredom. But, hey, for that one person out there whose biggest wish in life is to witness ScarJo’s pre-photo-shoot makeup ritual, get out your best ceremonial dagger because your life is complete and it’s finally hari kari time. Otherwise, there’s not much to recommend, unless you have the stamina to make it all the way to the end, where you will be rewarded with Salman Rushdie nuzzling Scarlett’s neck. Why? Because Norman Mailer is dead.
Scarlett Johansson doesn’t sing at MrSkin.com, but she does flash boob.
