It’s a jungle out there, man. New school, new job, new … something. It’s all the same, isn’t it? Smiles, and promises. Every cave you enter, they love you, they welcome you and then, all of a sudden, you find yourself left out. Here’s the thing. They don’t want you, they wonder what you’ve got. Have you got true moral values, great skills and a kick-ass attitude, but no proof to show for it? Join the club! I wonder what you can add to the pile. We’re happy to have you. Look, there’s Thomas, he’s the joker of the club, always in for a joke or two, and there’s Jay, the silent rebel. Don’t mind her too much, she’s kind of a weirdo. But curious, though. Curious indeed. I see you’re a natural leader. Come here so you can get this chaotic bunch of self-righteous kids united. I am so excited you’re here. Now, let’s do this thang! Oh … Oh, I see you’ve found your way around Jay, the silent rebel. What’s that she’s saying? It may taste sweet, but, love, it’s not. What may taste sweet? The sense of power of being in charge? The sense of belonging to a group of like-minded people? Belonging to, yes, the most enthusiastic team ever made?! What, what is it? Seriously, I didn’t quite get that. It might taste sweet, but that’s not love. Ah, … Ah, so now you’re leaving, huh? Well, I don’t care. I couldn’t care less. We don’t need you. We’ve got Thomas, the joker. You can forget about being a cave leader now. Have fun in your stupid little, … curious, … rebelly, forest thingy.
Director of MV: Sam Bathrick
So we went to the mountains, right, all three of us. I love that place. Quiet and alone. We brought the red whigs as usual, made us look like we were the same kind. But we felt different though. That’s how it is with stimuli, right, no one feels the way you feel. I can feel cold, while you can feel warm. But so we get up on the mountains and we start jumping, right. As usual. And while I’m jumping I see Sarah next to me and she’s all like, dude, why are you jumping like that? I mean I can hear her thinking. Look, how I do it, is way cooler, she thinks. I don’t understand. This is how I always do my jumps. I look over to Anna, who’s doing her weird thing as usual. Definitely not a jump as cool as mine. But while I’m in the air, I feel this other feeling, right. This feeling of belonging, you know, like there’s a connection, but still feeling different. Feeling perfectly fine … And then, another comment. Feeling upset now. Stop messing with my head, you guys. Those two, I’m tired of how they always have to comment on my jumps. I’m tired of how they make me feel. I’m tired of this feeling they give me. I’m tired, I don’t want it. I’m fine with this pose, thank you. Silence. I feel they finally understand. Understand the way I jump. Which is cool. I mean, a good jump lasts a lifetime. I feel like I belong here. Here, in this particular jump. My own slow motion jump. Not some shlohmo-jump as they do.
Director of MV: Dugan O’ Neal
Let’s do some tap dancing and mix it up with modern Canadian architecture. Let’s do a René Magritte-scenery. In my secret life. That’s a house filled with dark corners and Kubrick-like staircases. I cheat and I lie, I do what I have to do to get by. Ah yes, getting by obviously requires cheating and lying. And cleaning too. How else to survive myself? But I know what is wrong, and I know what is right. It’s just that sometimes your mind can feel split. Sometimes it behaves in “unsexy myriad petty little ways” as David Foster Wallace would say. Ah yes. My split mind has got a mind of its own. Moving across the borders of my secret life. Doesn’t matter how cool a car you have. Or how complexly beautiful the bricks of your brain are. The complexity of split personalities. Them egg-head creatures. Lost souls trying to get by, or move up. Trying to find a sense of belonging, and love, and Self. But no can do… I’m always alone and my heart is like ice. Or when your heart is shut out, and your brain takes full control of your actions. And no other egg-head can crack you. And it’s crowded and cold. In your secret life.
Director of MV: Floria Sigismondi