The nonsensical clip mashes up dystopic images into mush: Timberlake staring at TV screens plastered with topical villains and violence; Timberlake walking through what looks like a Matrix porn spoof; Timberlake crashing a group of grey sheeple praying to the almighty dollar; Timberlake waking up in Blade Runner 2049’s orange hellscape with a cute kid who tells us to “die already.” It is the hashtag-baiting fever dream nobody asked for—ridiculous at best, offensively trivializing at worst. This thing twists meaningful resistance into a hollow caricature that diminishes the very idea of protest. Yes, the world is a terrible place. But Justin Timberlake’s woke-pop brain farts will not save us.