Pusha T leaves the trap and goes to Paris, but this isn't the Paris of glittering shops and world famous landmarks. Director So Me crafts a grimy underworld that is barely recognizable as the City of Lights. There are pretty girls, but we barely glimpse them. There is a Kanye cameo (Yemeo?) but it is so short it could almost be subliminal. What we are left with is Pusha's lonely, super-charged performance that almost unwittingly reveals the price being paid to put those numbers on the board.
Doug Stern also writes music video treatments and his plane is missing a chef.
