Sitting cross-legged at a clear desk, Whitney Houston, with her arms folded, begins to sing. She interrogates her ex-boyfriend publicly for his cheating.
A crowd of women, stand a few feet away from the desk, reacting.
Houston stands in front of the table, a line of stars glinting behind the desk. She puts her arms out, shrugging.
A group of female dancers in olive gray military uniforms perform a routine.
With another shrug, she gestures she’s finished with him. She waves her finger and laughs, slapping her hands together. She giggles and then pretends a tear is falling down her face.
Behind the desk, the woman continue to stand and then react again during the chorus.
At the desk, she sits back, as though explaining her opinion. She turns to the side, crossing her legs.
She laughs once she’s finished.
Whitney Houstons reports her ex-boyfriend’s wrongdoing, broadcasting it live for everyone to see. A crowd of women watch, supporting her as she speaks up for herself. An army of women are prepared to defend her if anyone decides to strike.
The minimalistic set, which includes a clear desk and a line of glinting stars is offset by Houston’s ensemble: a tight, metallic slate green dress, matching choker and bracelets, combined red wine lipstick outlined with black liner. The militant outfit puts her in a position of authority. Her body language indicts she’s not one to mince words or do what she’s told.
Given the stark appearance, it’s as though the broadcast is her transformation. No longer meek and enabling, she is there to empower women and demand answers of her own. She is saying what every woman wants to say out loud.
She lets down her guard, giggling and bobbing her head to the music. Despite the humilation, she has not given into bitterness.
Director: Kevin Bray Year: 1999
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