I'm listening to Air's "Surfing on a Rocket" now. The double-entendre of rocket for "sexual organ" and "weapon of war" is none-too-subtle, but the video has that French earnestness and that cool French electronic sound. So often, the French manage to fall flat on their face when they try to do cool--at least in the eyes of Americans across the pond. It's hard for us here in the good ol' U.S.A. to understand the appeal of a guy like Johnny Hallyday, who does his knock-off Elvis bad-boy routine. But when the French combine their usual seriousness with the copious talent they have (the kind of talent that leads small boys learning violin to play musical scales all day) they often come up with something of the high quality they always think they have as a nation. Mostly, though, I just think the scene in the video with the breast milk flying is hilarious--and it looks like that milk ends up in a "puddle" on the floor where the two guys play.
