Just as Krzysztof Kieślowski had his “Decalogue,” so too does Justin Bieber have his cinematic masterworks.
The message here, in this most Herzogian of The Bieber Works thus far, is that Justin has a key. It is a key to your room that Justin will use when you are sleeping and that is not creepy at all. It is also a metaphoric key to your heart. Your heart is also a bottle of shitty perfume you can buy at Macy’s for $60. Wait—SIXTY FUCKING DOLLARS? Are you high, Macy’s? $60. Sixty actual dollars. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ’s toenails, Macy’s.