Here is the recipe for shooting an Enrique video. The
ingredients: a mole (At no point in the video can you see it. But it's there. You know
it's there. And this knowledge stalks you, it haunts you like a huge black shadow...), a
button-front shirt, a beret and a long-legged supermodel. And here is the scenario: the
front of the shirt blows open, exposing Enrique's white tank top as the air from the fan
hits his chest. The hands reach out, the hands grasp, the hands pull back, the hands touch
the face, the hands grip the microphone. Hint: This "hand action" is as much
dancing as you will get--don't look for patterns, this is no routine. Just as the shirt
starts to float around, the supermodel enters. (Preferably Anna Kournikova, but any other
long-legged blonde would do if there's no Anna at hand.) Enrique notices the girl, and
gives her one of his "eat me" looks. The sexual tension is visible to the naked
eye, but there is no action. Don't expect any, it won't happen. First, Enrique is way too
cool for it. Secondly, for Enrique music is above and beyond any woman--at least this is
the message given out. And here is the final and the most crucial bit that gives the video
a real Enrique flavor: the unchanging "I am a little constipated these days"
look on Enrique's face.
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