I can’t get the new Katy Perry video to play for some reason, so I can’t guarantee that this Shia LaBeouf–Sigur Rós collabo is the best thing you’re going to see all day — but I can guarantee that it’s the best thing you’re going to see all day that will also feature Shia LaBeouf’s penis. The story here is that Sigur Rós outsourced the production of music videos for their new album to a bunch of artsy people, giving them cash and then letting them do whatever they wanted. Israeli director Alma Har’el tackled the track “Fjogur Piano” and churned out a goddamn masterpiece — I mean, this is just some sublimely pretentious bullshit. Shia and a lady play really sad, really sexy characters being trapped, or being abused, or I don’t know what. They do seductive dances in the semi-nude and Shia stares so, so sadly (I should say here that Shia actually does an excellent near-tear thing) at the tally-mark scratches on his lady’s back and they eat magical lollipops that look like the Jurassic Park amber, then at one point he draws a face on her bare chest. Yes, the boobs are the eyes.

Explains Sigur Rós bassist Georg Holm: “Originally [Alma] was going to film us on super 8 in Iceland all playing the piano lines from the song, but then she rang and said she’d met Shia LaBeouf and they’d changed the idea.” Explains Alma in the Wall Street Journal: “[It’s] about addiction to drugs, or sex, or anything — and how you get stuck in a cycle … [the butterflies symbolize] very beautiful things that die very fast. For me, it’s about not knowing how to get out of something without causing pain to somebody else. For other people it might be about candy and fish. I’m down with that.” Also, per the Journal: “The nude scenes weren’t pre-planned, she says, and came out of group consensus during the five-day project. Had it been a Hollywood production, the full-frontal exposure of a major star would’ve been a more complicated matter, no doubt. ‘That’s the difference between working within a corporate system and something that artistically takes you places you wouldn’t expect,’ the director says. ‘To me, it’s erotic, but it’s not selling anything.'” Yep. Yep. Sure.

Let me just be as clear on my feelings about this as possible: It is awful, and I fully salute LaBeouf for doing it. The dude knows he’s going to get clowned for it, and clearly, boldly, admirably, does not give a fuck. (Exhibit B: the sweaty-drug-dealer-stereotype facial-hair/mini-ponytail combo he’s rocking.) As far as big, dumb middle fingers to the haters go, it doesn’t get much better than this.