Watching a music video at my age makes me feel terrifyingly nostalgic, as if I'm back watching the 13-inch Zenith in my bedroom where I could get a snowy feed of "Friday Night Videos" for my non-cable-subscribing modicum of hip. Most of the music videos I see now involve cartoon animals and singing backpacks, so every so often it's good to find an adult oasis, such as the Broken Bells' minifilm for "The Ghost Inside" featuring sci-fi Christina Hendricks getting her dreams slowly foreclosed. Another film I'd watch: wheatieboy's suggested follow-up on rental Caddy snow hoonage:
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