Lorde Is A Sleek, Brutal Siren in Disclosure's 'Magnets' Video
EntertainmentUpon initial viewing, one might assume that the video chronicles yet another Fatal Attraction narrative, wherein a mistress takes her brutal revenge on a man determined to shake her. But we should know Lorde better than that by now. As she explains on Twitter, filming this video nourished her fantasy of annihilating the two-timing, abusive dickface:
And let’s face it, the “douchey boyfriend” in this video deserves his torturous end. Just look at that face:
That is not the visage of loving tenderness, my friends. Nor is it the face of loyalty. When, at the beginning of the video, he spots Lorde at a party, his attention swivels away from his girlfriend without a moment’s pause.
Lorde is hot, yes. But you, sir, are barely concealing your interest, and that is both tacky and utterly disrespectful. You’ll pay for these sins later, make no mistake.
Meanwhile, Lorde has no interest in taking a lover; that is not her object. Rather, we are meant to assume that she is on the prowl for cheating miscreants like this fellow. It’s appropriate that she wears white in these first shots, and that her hair is drawn softly back from her face. Here she plays the ingenue with nothing to conceal, her dewy youthful face fusing sexual curiosity with innocence. As far as Doucheman knows, she’s ripe for the picking.
Lorde permits him to believe as much. The video transitions from the crush of a party to the spacious solitude of a kitchen. Is this the first sexual encounter between Lorde and her prey? It’s uncertain, and ultimately it doesn’t much matter. But as the two enchain themselves together against hard glass, we understand that Lorde’s method of seduction is underway. She permits her man to touch her, but never to kiss her full on the lips. She simultaneously pleasures and evades. And as the camera follows the arc of her neck, her heavy-lidded eyes, it muddies the boundary between erotic pleasure and the pleasure of revenge.
This particular sequence of shots, by the way, is aesthetically stunning. Lorde’s face—its power of expression—is poetic. Over the course of “Magnets,” her creamy serenity gives way to ferocity gives way to frigid blood thirst. I never want this woman to stop singing, but I want to see her in a proper film, too.
Goddamn, Lorde.