Wearing a black pantsuit, Crystal Waters faces the white background. She sings into the camera, her gold earrings dangling as she moves.
A gold gloved mime holds up some pink lipstick and a mirror. The mime touches her face as she looks into the mirror.
Money falls from the ceiling. Prosthetic hands dance.
She moves into the cursive, circling “la la la” which turns into a black umbrella.
Three men, wearing primary colored shirts, start to dance. The mime stands by a street lamp. The dancers images are inverted into negatives. Two of the dancers dance together. A dollhouse turns in the air.
Waters dances in a white pantsuit. She rotates between the black and white pantsuit while the dancers perform their solos.
The mime sleeps on a park bench. The dollhouse burns. Wearing a black pantsuit, she snaps her fingers.
The homeless women on sidewalk guards her mirror and lipstick. It’s all she has of her former life as a rich young woman. She sings a chorus of a popular song from the 80s. In her tattered dress, she performs a dance as she yodels. The passers-by shout at her to shut up. Some throw things at her. A young man hands her a dollar and snatches it away from her. As she cries, she applies some lipstick. She waits for Crystal Waters. She always gives a coffee or enough cash to buy herself a meal.
The woman once had everything. She got into an Ivy League college without any real effort. She was legacy and her father had a name on one of the buildings. Getting in was a given. She blew off her classes and paid people to take her tests for her. She graduated with honors and attained a management job right out of college. She slept with her boss and fired her employees for speaking an ill word about her.
The publishing house, though, started to give her less work. She hired all her friends in her department to counter the problems. However, the publishing house sat her down and told her they were letting her go. She stormed out of her job, saying they would regret it. Her parents cut her off after finding about the affair, saying they didn’t support her amoral behavior. She went through her trust fund, believing another plum job was on its way.
In a year, she was living on the street. She was one of the little people she once abhorred. The bits of kindness she received gave her the will to go on. Waters was a woman she would’ve slurred as a top manager years ago. It was humbling to rely on Waters for some money. She prays Waters never changes jobs. She tries to strike up a conversation with Waters. However, Waters says “bless you” and leaves.
Director: Mark Pellington Year: 1991
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