Well you're extremely lucky folks. The video kind of explained itself in my sleep. Basically my brain rearranged all the different opinions I read here in a post-modernist way, or something that sounds fancy like that, and presto.
So I took the Pharrell and ran with it, and present to you, after others, this awful video as "Morrissey's Comment on the Current Music Industry."
First, there was this recent TTY note, entitled Surrendered Will I am. This time it was probably an allusion to Pharrell. I've noticed Morrissey marks the territory in advance now when he's planning a prank. Notice how some of you found the repetition of the word "happy" bizarre. Well. Notice also, how he thanks his audience in different languages at the end. It did seem a bit slutty to me, but no more than usual at the time. How little we ever really suspect anything...Sigh.
So basically it boils down to this. Although I don't think he had all that in mind when the song was first born, he made a video in which ladeez of the night or at the very least ladeez of the very late afternoon invite you in different languages to kiss them, when in reality they invite you to buy them a lot, just like M and his download something useful or useless, plug out and then just go. Morrissey invites you to regard him as a total media slut (as if we needed an invite), as no record company will have him unless he proves he can sell. The video looking cheap just reinforces the idea that he is considered to be as cheap as a not very successful stripper.
Now there's the Sam intrigue. And here I have to go wtf a bit and invent something improbable, as it's probably the most likely thing.(Nah not really but have no other theory at the moment)
So I reckon M's sister and mother begged Morrissey to open his nephew's eyes as to his, er, work, seeing that his career isn't going anywhere (although this theory doesn't work if all the people who thumb up "blurred lines" on youtube buy SER's photos. Which is entirely possible, as it's kind in the same field; of elegant mammals. )
Anyway. Unc is reluctant to tell Sam there's only one real artist in the family, because, as unbelievable as it sounds, he has feelings for the boy. So he decides to go the Apocalypto route and let Fat Fatum, aka, The Big Crowd, decide of Sam's fate, and he throws it that video. Unfortunately, not consisting only of a drunk Britney in Las Vegas, The Crowd heaves it up con mucho protestacion. Yeah they'll do that sometimes.
Well that's all very well but the fact remains: Morrissey took a perfectly good song, and ruined it. Kind of like I imagine Cliff Richards would ruin a 15 y.o. boy. (and precisely, where was Cliff when that video was shot?). It may sound funny, but it's not. It sucks. People just wanted a nice little song to clap along to, and suddenly they're forced to watch Manchester's attempt at Porn Chic (no I ain't got a clue what I'm talking about either.) And Morrissey had to hire his nephew, when he could have told him years ago that, unless his empty photographs of vacuous babes was a lessthanzeroesque comment on the current Californian society, he had better take pictures of cauliflowers, because he was no Jake Walters, no Sir.
Now everybody except maybe a couple of people in Poland is absolutely disgusted, and unless Sam is as masochistic as his uncle, he can't be very pleased either.
That song wasn't Morrissey to ruin. He can ruin his life all he wants, but not good songs. People were happy for him he had a song like that for chrissake. I was actually happy for Jesse.
Ergo, however you look at it, your uncle is as thick as Thicke, Sam. And quite unable to "give" something without snatching it back, or damaging it in some way. I bet you kind of knew that. Hope you're different.
Also, for research purposes, I had to watch "blurred lines", and someone will have to pay for the ophtalmologist. And they will.