In black-and-white, Jane Child tilts her head back. She runs her hand over the keys of her synthesizer.
In color, a young man plays drums as he busks in New York City. Lit in a faded blue, she shakes her hips against the board. At night, she walks into the street and hails a taxi. A neon sign displays her name and a microphone. Outside a building, a lavender lit male angel sits, a sparkling star above him while surrounded by crystallized trees and a sparkling star on top of him. She walks down the street, wearing sunglasses.
Back in black-and-white, she jiggles the synthesizer and adjusts the controls.
In color, she walks past a music store and stares at the pavement as she breathes in the cold air. She hits her hand against the window of the cab. Back in black-and-white, she shifts her chair back and records the song in the studio,
Lit in an electric aqua, she hits her hands against a building. She looks at the factories and sits inside a diner, drinking some coffee. She walks between cabs as she crosses the street. She waits for a train on the subway platform. The stores start to close as she continues to walk.
In black-and-white, she sits on a seat on the subway. In a faded blue, she checks her watch as she rides. Back in color, she views the Statue of Liberty. She dances in the street and drops some money in the bucket for the young man playing the drums. She claps for him.
At a bar, she dances by the jukebox and warms herself by a garbage men with some homeless men. In black-and-white, she crosses the street.
New York City is Jane Child’s favorite place. She walks a monotonous path, keeping her secret places to herself. Although she mentions visiting the diner all the time, no one knows her name. She handwaves it with “there’s a lot of staff turnover.”
She states she knows the neighborhood well and has a lot of friends who work in the local stores. However, she rushes past the music store and claims everything has closed for the night. She rides the subway but seems unsure of where she is going. Her head down, she doesn’t make eye contact with anybody and stays to herself, scared she might got robbed.
Director: Derek M. Allen Year: 1990
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