Group and Song Name: Kreyol La, “Turn Me On”
Production House: Lux Media and Marketing
Director: Abdias Laguerre
Editor: Oriol Variela
Stylist: Abigal Petit
Makeup: Christina Lory
Production Manager: Ketia Fequiere/KPR Solutions

Kreyolicious Music Video…in which…in which I write about the random thoughts that come in my mind, as I watch a music video made by a Haitian artist or group…Today’s video is “Turn Me On” by this group named Kreyol La from an album entitled Invictus.

Dude is in a reclining position, with a pair of highly sophisticated binoculars on his lap.

He’s facing a couple of high-rise buildings. Miami? New York? Probably the former….Wonder what he’s looking at…wonder what he’s dreaming about in this deep slumber…Hmmm.

Ooh, I have to comment on that flannel shirt…Nice pattern. So kreyolicious. You guys know I’m a fashion-type-of-girl.

Oh, wait. He’s up now. Let’s see what he’s up to.

He has this really reflective look on his face. Wonder what he’s thinking about. What’s out there…near that ocean?

Ooh, he’s grabbed them binoculars, ya’ll.

What could he be looking at?

Oh, a logo.

But what else? Cut to…a different time and place…

Oh, look! A woman’s rear end.

We see her rear end. We get a mid-shot that gives us a little bit more of it. We don’t see her face.

We move on to these two dudes. Oh, the Kreyol La dudes. How nicely outfitted they are. No rear end shots. None at all.

A closer look at the two dudes.

Who is this guy? Hmm…so stylish in his little red jacket and nude undershirt. Interesting mohawk, he’s got there. Or a A-Rat-Ate-Both-Sides haircut, as my grann would call it.

Oh, so now we’re being introduced to her face. How nice. And she’s licking a rainbow-colored popsicle.

Look at those two. They’re plotting something.

So, he’s got a girl at home.

They both do…

But he’s got his eyes on her.

This henna-tattooed, wrist watch-wearing, pixie haircut-sporting, sleeping-in-late, little number.

Is this music video an indictment against working women? Because here we have this hard-working malerèz in her pencil skirt, going to work with her huge malèt. Is she the breadwinner of the family? They must be raking in a huge salary collectively for them to be living in that high-rise building. Does she make more than him? Is he unemployed, because he sure has a lot of time on his hands…to be walking down the street to meet the ice cream truck…to hang out with his homie. Because here she is leaving this guy home alone…she thinks he’s going to be watching the ten o’clock boating parade with those binoculars?

Now back to his homie.

Gade li, flirting with the ice cream bar-licking, rear-end-revealing other chick.

Look at him, living vicariously through his friend. Could it be only a matter of time before he searches out for his own diversion while his malerèz, hard-working wife is busting her gluteus maximus to pay the mortgage and property taxes at that high-rise condo?

But let me not judge the dude so swiftly. Perhaps he’s in the real estate business, and he’s working at home. But shouldn’t he have some sort of mobile device on hand, and fielding calls from clients, and prospects?

So, the ice cream girl is an ex he never quite got over.

He’s still seeing her after settling down with another, and she’s apparently settling for that.

So, in this scene he admits that he’s getting love and affection at home, but he lies and makes up excuses to go prowling.

You have to admit that he looks good in this little outfit, and those kicks. That girl Abigail Petit!

Oh, he’s looking at her—the forbidden woman—through the binoculars. Your associations count for a lot in life. If you have trifling friends, it’s rare that you won’t be trifling yourself. Objectifying and checking out another woman when you have a wife of your own! Drink from thy own cistern, my goodness!

So, she’s a writer. No wonder she looked so tired when she was waking up.

Ooh, what’s this? Some public showering with fireworks on the side?

That Obadiah Laguerre got visuals.

Ooh, more men fashions. That black leather glistens. Abigail Petit…chile, you done did it.

Uh-oh. She’s aware now that she’s being the subject of intense voyeurism. She seems flattered rather than repulsed. Look at her painted lips. They are set in meditation and reflection…no annoyance at all. What if she’s been aware for some time that he had been watching, but is just now making it obvious.

She’s a writer…maybe she’s amused at him, because that would make a good plot line for the hood novel she’s probably writing.

She’s getting up from the sofa. What could she be up to? Will she turn the tables on him, and get her own set of binoculars to watch him? Did she get up to give her a more seducing view? Is she putting herself out of his view?

Oh goodness…scarlet dress…stripper pole…

Meanwhile, his friend is wildin’

Straight wildin’.

Oh, no. She’s now on the inside looking out. She’s playing the voyeur role now. And why is she wearing a man’s shirt.

She had been wearing her slit-to-the-side, slip-dress, and now she’s suddendly donning a masculine top that’s nearly half-off.

Oh, at least he’s still looking like King David. But those of us who’ve bothered to leaf through the book of Samuel know how things ended for King David and his muse Bathsheba.

She’s going in her closet.

All this just to go to sleep?

Meanwhile, the pole dancer prances in the rain, while the adulterer watches.

But isn’t that wifey?

Where is she heading, exactly?

She’s looking out there….

Yeah, put it down.

Wifey isn’t exactly an idiot. At least she doesn’t look like one.

Yes, girl. Grab them binoculars.

Ooh, she got them now. Wonder what she’ll see.

Ooh…wah-bah-wah-bah!

Look at wifey. Her hair looks like it’s about to get uprooted. And her eyes about to fall off…

Now, she’s got her own view of the peep show.

Look at him, trying to look innocent. Looking out there to see if the chick from across is going to be undressing again?

Not this time…it’s confrontation time!

That look on her face says it all.

It reads: “Negus, I know you…I’m on to you and your shenanigans.”

Oh, Lawdie. Now, he’s trying to tell her that he was watching boats? Dude, she ain’t a dim-wit.

She took it rather well. I was expecting her to use those binoculars as a weapon of sorts.

Thought she’s give him a hood facial surgery, or something.

At the .16 to the .21 mark of the video, the song’s narrator wags his fingers at men who have a good thing going at home, but who go on the prowl. It would have been nice for the director to show a scene, or at least some hint of castigation for the leading man in the video, and his friend. The cynical way both homies went about their ingratitude, and their lack of appreciation for the women in their lives is just plain appalling. Perhaps, in the next video?

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