I mean, granted, I haven't seen the thing since 1984, but I swear I don't remember it being so
On a personal note, I should mention that Smyth's pre-stardom band (forget what it was called then -- might have been Scandal, but I'm not sure) used to play all the time at the same Greenwich Village dive where my own skinny tie band had a lengthy residency; I think we shared a bill with them at least once or twice. Smyth was, of course, real easy on the eyes and possessed of a great voice, so everybody kind of assumed she was gonna make it big. But she was also charmingly goofy and unpretentious onstage and off, and as a result all of us on the scene who otherwise would have been jealous were rooting for her to succeed. You can imagine our surprise, then, when she turned up on MTV carrying on like she does in the above clip -- we regulars were stunned at how totally she'd been transformed by (one assumes) the evil record company weasels. Goodbye, adorable gamin -- hello, obnoxious New Wave Diva.
Soon after that, of course, she was firing the guys in her band, shooting heroin with Richard Hell, marrying John McEnroe and singing power ballads with Don Henley. Sad, really.