I can say with unscientific certainty that there is no song in the karaoke canon that has been tortured as often as “My Way.” For amateur singers of a certain age, Frank Sinatra’s defiant proclamation is the perennial standard, despite its rangy vocal challenges.
Trine Lise Nedreaas’ video “I Did It My Way,” on display now at the Boca Raton Museum of Art, appears at first to depict one of countless boilerplate butchers of the song, charting in a static frame an elderly woman’s karaoke malfunction in front of heavy curtains, the song lyrics scrolling in the reflection of her eyeglasses. For a minute or so, we wonder why we’re watching. It feels a little invasive, maybe a little cruel. More in link.