Spike and Sofia on the Skids?

 It may well be the most exhilarating three and a half minutes in the last decade of movies. A tired businessman (Christopher Walken) sits in the empty lobby of a chain hotel--a Marriott, if you look carefully. He hears the sound of Fatboy Slim's "Weapon of Choice" creeping in via a nearby maid's pushcart. (It takes many viewings to spot the transistor radio on top.) Listless, depressed, the businessman can't help but bob his head to the beat, and in seconds he's erupting into a full-on dance routine: vaulting through the hotel, leaping off a balcony, flying around in half-circles, dangling in front of the Marriott's generic Painting of a Ship, then plummeting down to earth--where he retakes his seat and slumps back into a deep melancholia.

So: Next time your house burns down or your parents are crushed by an oil truck, pop in the miraculous DVD The Work of Director Spike Jonze, click on the "Weapon of Choice" video, and experience instant relief. But the genius of "Weapon of Choice"--what makes it more than, say, one of the snazzier set pieces in Ziegfeld Follies--isn't just the spiffy choreography or Walken's élan in performing it. It's in the visionary choice of the setting, the star, the costumes, the tone. Jonze isn't just a hipster's Ann Reinking, re-tailoring old-school dance moves for a post-hip-hop generation. He's also riffing on the cultural language of contemporary America.

In his three-minute clips, Jonze has a unique genius for aping a discredited or sheerly cruddy pop-culture form and simultaneously sending it up, writing it a love letter, and giving it a 100-percent original spin. In his video for the Chemical Brothers' "Electrobank," Jonze puts his wife Sofia Coppola through the paces as a Nadia Comenici-like gymnast who is, to quote the '80s AM-radio hit, at "the final countdown." One grins at the discovery that Jonze hit on the whole Afterschool-Special style of the video because of a funky break in the middle of the Chemical Brothers' sustained, carpet-pattern groove: a lacuna that suggests the slow-mo breakdown right before the KO in a late Rocky sequel. Jonze delivers both the thing itself and its mockery with perfect, silent, "What is the vibe here?" aplomb. (Similarly, the director delivered the dumbed-down, Donald Kaufmanized last act of Adaptation so unwinkingly that more than half the people who saw it thought that Jonze had actually gone native.) In the oddly touching Notorious B.I.G. clip "Sky's the Limit," Jonze effortlessly reproduces the flossy imagery of P. Diddy's Bad Boy Records videos while staffing the whole enterprise entirely with children. There's an overweight 11-year-old Biggie Smalls strutting like Little Caesar, there's a 12-year-old P. Diddy sulking in the limo, there's a prepubescent Li'l Kim; the kids' presence somehow certifies the clip as parody and seals it in the realm of the affectionate.

The lasting contribution of Jonze the videomaker is in his utter devotion to high concept, in playing out that concept all the way to the end. The single most brilliant idea on the DVD comes in "The Oasis Video That Never Happened": Jonze went to London just as the new album by the then-huge Oasis was coming out, and asked random Londoners on the street to listen to a CD of the record and then give their suggestions for what the video should be. The director planned to intercut the everyday folks' descriptions of their dream videos with brief realizations of those dreams--but the idea was too uncool for the Gallagher boys. What's left is the song and the British passersby's suggestions, many of which are as artful as anything on the DVD. (One middle-aged man deadpans, "I'd listen to them if you stuck their decapitated heads on the Spice Girls' bodies.")