The more cynical among us would insist James Blunt's one-hit-wonder
status is a fate well-deserved. A vapid song so pandering and puerile,
"You're Beautiful" was curse enough to those who find soft rock, adult
rock, easy pop, and the like an anathema in any of form. Two successive albums found him trying to extend his success, but
lukewarm reviews and diminishing returns threaten to make him a has-been
a mere half dozen years after initially making his bow.
And yet, some
might suggest that Blunt is guilty of much more, that his supposed
paean to an unnamed lover was really an homage to himself, a
narcissistic exercise in indulgence meant to highlight his undeniable
good looks, an image that served to affirm his marketability and pop-idol perfection. Self-indulgence seems to reign supreme. In the "You're Beautiful" video,
the subject turns to suicide when he's shown taking a plunge from a
cliff and leaping into the sea. And face it, what's more self-indulgent
than making the choice to end it all?
Count Weird Al Yankovic among those ready to mock Blunt's hubris, real or imagined: