There was a time when I would have gladly taped Björk into a plastic bag and locked her in a trunk somewhere (the cute phase circa Debut), but she has worn me down and while I don't embrace the sometimes precious/self indulgent aspect of her work, I do acknowledge the need for everyone to be able to looloo/lala without fear of persecution.
Except this video really pisses me off. The song's imagery is so incandescently passionate and I would have loved to see more sacral bones and orbits and everything else that might have happened; the dress ups and thunder eggs... not so much. I know Bjork looks a certain way, and that is tempting to costumiers and god only knows I leave the house looking like a head-on with a nasty circus half the time, but I feel there is something more and other that her visual collaborators could be doing. Don't ask me what, exactly. I'll get back to you on that.
She has elegant little hands. I never noticed that before.