So let's just start with the obvious: we don't know where the scarf is.
So let's just start with the obvious: we don't know where the scarf is.
We don't know if the legends about said scarf are real, nor do we have insight from various Gyllenhaals as to the status of the aforementioned scarf, and we don't know with certainty that Taylor Swift, when you break up with her, is contractually obligated or otherwise driven to write ten minute super catchy ditties heavily inferring that she wants her scarf back.
We don't know any of that.
What we do know is that she writes borderline illegally infectious pop ditties that at times make otherwise serious human beings feel like they're...twenty-two. That her popcraft is of such finely hewn nuance that she can reimagine many of her breakout works, layer in a dizzying array of collaborations, and even deftly cede the spotlight from time to time is pretty telling.
It's a memorable party, you just may get emotional at the end.
Also, we take a magnifying glass to 'Bust A Move' -