Wearing knee leather boots, Jody Watley walks on the rain streaked ground late at night.
In black-and-white, she touches her face. Bass Line and Hi Hat are written in all caps while she stands in silhouette as the letters scroll by.
In a canary yellow dress, she sits on a bed in a studio during a photo shoot.
In black-and-white, the square opens up as she stands by a small ladder and a recliner in the studio. Back in color, she sits in bed and looks at herself in the mirror. She turns to the other side and rests her head on her arm.
Wearing a violet dress, she walks down the runway with her hands on her hips.
By a window, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, she jumps in her family room. In a black leather jacket, black mini-skirt and black bra top, she dances by her fireplace.
She dances against an orange background.
In black-and-white, she walks down a hallway. Notes fly out during still photos of the saxophone players. The men tap their feet. Real love scrolls by past some a cup of pencils on a desk. People read their newspaper outside the cafe and talk while she walks past them. Real love scrolls by the glasses.
She walks down the runway wearing a blue pantsuit.
In black-and-white, notes fly off the page on the piano. Several people stand in the far back while she stands in the front, singing.
She dances in and out of the light against the black background.
Jody Watley, dressed in casual clothing at home, stares at herself in the mirror. She should schedule an appointment with her cosmetic surgeon. Something is off about her face. Being a model was her dream. However, it has only caused her to doubt herself. The men she likes won’t talk to her. However, she usually given warnings about the men who do approach her. After traveling around the world, her friendships have become tenous. She decides to call one of her childhood friends. However, she’s told by a stranger that it’s the wrong number.
On the runway, cameras flash as she walks. The designer, though, panics as she walks backstage. He asserts that she posed for too long on the stage. She nodded her head. The fashion house was in trouble. There was no room for even a perceived error. Although she believed she did okay, she was careful during her next turn. Her contract was expiring soon and she wanted to stay. On her days off, she takes dance classes. She hopes to land a part on Broadway someday.
Director: David Fincher Year: 1989
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