Amid kelly green flashing lights, a man with a gray cloth over his mouth and face dances. Dressed in evening gowns, Idalis, Michelle and April dancing in a deserted house.
On the sidewalk, World Trade Center in the distance, the group dances. Wearing bikinis head scarves and sunglasses, they dance by their convertible.
Inside a club, Michelle waves her gloved hands in front of her chest. Idalis and April dance by their platforms.
Wearing neon triangle-shaped hats on the heads, they dance on another sidewalk at night. At a park, they giggle by the swings as they wear neon pantsuits. They sing along to the radio in Michelle’s car.
At the club, men in gray cloths masking their mouths and face dance. They dance in a field. Sitting by the car, they sip their drinks and lie on blankets.
A little boy shovels sand in the sandbox. Idalis knocks into Michelle while swinging. Michelle points her fly swatter as she sits on the hood of her car. A little girl hugs the boy at the sandbox. They dance towards the car parked at the bench and get inside. At the curb, the little boy kisses the girl.
Idalis, April and Michelle, either as New Wavers or glamorous women lounging in a spacious home, seem to be figuring themselves out. Sometimes green but usually awkward, they count the choreography in their heads and helping each other out when needed.
In the underground club, among the men in the gray masks, they own the stage. It’s a hole-in-the-wall but it’s where they are the most comfortable. Wearing their evening gowns inside an abandoned home, they sit in various places, posing. Their secretive elegance builds their characters as once wealthy women scraping by.
They take on the functioning adult roles, though,are green and uncertain, lacking the understanding to pull off the nuances of it. As professional business women enjoying their break on the swings, Idalis accidentally bumps into Michelle. Embarrassed, Idalis knows she flubbed and Michelle laughs it off. The girlishness, though, tarnishes their hardened exteriors as powerful women in the corporate world. They simply liked the outfits the store, wishing they could walk into one of the many high-rises and make rules.
As 60s women hanging out the sun, away from their kids and husbands, sipping on their alcoholic drinks, Adult life has become overwhelming, they get drunk and sing as loud as they can. However, as lost housewives, they revert to teenagers without responsibilities. They regress to the point of recklessness with an imminent mental breakdown.
Director: Stu Sleppin Year: 1989
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