In black-and-white, Ciara hunches back in a chair, her arms tattooed. She says that it’s 2007 and that women should switch roles with their absentee boyfriends to teach them a lesson.
Her boyfriend sits in his chair and looks up at her. She counts off all the things she has down for him and tells him she doesn’t have the time. He shakes his head. She mimes playing a violin and whispers in his ear.
In the chair, she grabs her crotch. Dressed in a white tank top, track pants, and athletic shoes, she sticks to basics.
On stage, she dances with a male version of herself. She puts her heel on the shoulder of the male version of herself. The male version of herself passes her a scarf, which she tosses. Then, she puts her hands by her legs, similar to Marilyn Monroe. She also stands against the background by herself, wearing a hat.
Back on stage, Ciara and several dancers perform a routine.
She cuddles between her boyfriend’s legs on the floor while he sits on the chair. She reaches for his shoulders.
As Ciara and the dancers perform, the lights turn off briefly, turning their image into a silhouette. She lifts up her shirt to her ribs and flexes her muscles. They march and Ciara bends her back, resting in the air. The dancers lie on the ground as she grabs with each arm. She joins them in a pyramid and points at the screen.
She kisses her boyfriend on the cheek.
Ciara, dressed in a white tank top. track pants and athletic shoes. makes a strong statement on the expectations of a woman’s appearance. Men can wear the outfit and people believe they are staying in shape or want to be comfy. However, a woman wearing it suggests she’s gangsta or butch. Either way, her femininity is washed away. It’s as far as the far video goes regarding gender roles, though.
Ciara’s nimble dance moves are tailored to her persona. As the male version of herself, the choreography is tight and short, relying on footwork. With the white tank top, it’s air-defying and physical. As herself, in a white dress, the moves are lighter and kittenish, as though she didn’t want to break out into a sweat and mess up her hair.
Director: Diane Martel Year: 2007
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