Wearing a red gown, Courtney jumps from a ledge. A chandelier crashes on the floor. Love wakes up in a coffin, sparkling beads on her body.
On a raised platform, Hole perform. Women in violet gowns twirl from the ceiling, fairy dust falling from their hair.
In her coffin, Melissa cocks her eyebrow and smirks. Courtney headbangs as she plays the guitar, shedding fairy dust from her head. Courtney smiles and Melissa snaps her fingers. Meanwhile, the young women continue to twirl on their strings, their bodies slumped.
The surviving women lift up their dresses, showing off their red underwear. They dance and form a single line. Love puts her finger between her teeth.
In a flowing red dress, Love walks across the stage, sparkles bouncing off in every direction and bows.
Courtney and Melissa, veterans of Hollywood, have seen starry-eyed young women come and go. They arrive in Los Angeles with nothing but a dream and raw talent. With little money, they work day jobs as servers and retail clerks between auditions. At night, they scour the newspaper for the latest events at the clubs and cross-check with industry magazines for its relevancy. There, they could meet a songwriter or a day player in an Emmy-winning drama show that could provide them the in they need.
Courtney and Melissa were those young women once. During their rise to their mainstream, they have seen young women give up and return home. Others still try, working at their menial jobs, in denial that their break won’t ever come. At worst, they have seen young women crawl into musician’s beds, thinking they will be in the magazines in a few weeks as the person’s partner. The next morning, they are escorted out with a “hey, it was a good time” and are never seen again.
All the fairy dust, though, won’t last. In a few years, they may be civilians again, going to the grocery store to pick up some food without people knowing who they are. They’ll sit in a cubicle, answering the inevitable awkward question about their former life after a savvy co-worker recognizes them.
Director: Nancy Bardawil Year: 1998
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