Inside a darkened bar, a man looks at a Polaroid and then to Amy Winehouse for an explanation. He sits down across from her at the bar and she leans further back in her seat, refusing to make eye contact. She runs her finger over her glass.
Her boyfriend examines the photo of her and another guy. She puts the cold glass against her forehead. He slaps the photo on the table and leaves.
Lit in crimson red, she talks to her lover at the bar. Her boyfriend touches her shoulder and wants to know what’s going on. He shoves her lover and tells him to go away. She calms her boyfriend down. However, her lover returns and both men push each other. Caught in the middle, she puts her hands up and shrinks to the left side of her seat.
Her boyfriend touches her chin and then turns her head back. He shows her another photo. He wants her to look. The two men continue to fight as the bartender glares.
Her boyfriend brings a television the counter. He turns it on and the screen shows her in bed with her lover. Her lover wants to kiss her neck but she moves his head away. Her boyfriend asks her to explain herself.
At the bar, she watches herself block her lover from kissing her and turning on the other side.
In her kitchen, she sits on the floor, drink in hand. She lies on the floor, in tears.
The photos pile up on the counter. Her boyfriend, lover and Winehouse all move in the photos.
Back at the bar, she rubs the glass between her hands and looks to the right.
She sits in the bathtub as her boyfriend rests his foot on it. Noticing a red mark on her arm, he takes it and then realizes where she could’ve gotten it. He turns away from her and then leaves.
At the bar, she watches the memory play out on the television screen. She rubs the glass on her chest.
She lies on the bathroom, staring at the ceiling, the drink still beside her.
Amy Winehouse’s boyfriend wants her to pay for all the cheating she’s done on him. He has found evidence and wants to her view her awful behavior, shaming her for it.
However, she is drinking away her self-loathing. He’s not telling her anything she doesn’t already believe about herself. She isn’t really in love with either of them and has stopped caring long time ago. It ties into her alcohol addiction, which comforts her and numbs her pain. When she is being self-destructive, she can feel something on the inside.
The boyfriend, though, doesn’t match the song’s description of him as being indifferent. His constant need to throw her cheating back in her face and fighting her lover is someone who cares. He can’t be the one who is in the weak position. She has to know who has the power in the relationship. The photos serve as a helpful reminder.
Director: Phil Griffin Year: 2006
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