A young man puts a tape in the boombox. Sarai raps along with the radio as she drives the car. Wearing a dress, she dances by a teal lit gate. In a hoodie, she sits on a picnic table with her only African-American friend by her. A group of her friends play basketball.
She switches lanes while her friends talk in the backseat. Her only African-American friend bobs his head to the music. She stops her car in the parking lot by the bar. She and her friends dance in the bar as her only African-American friend plays music at the bar.
Several young men dunk the basketball in the net. About five African-American women dance by picnic table. She sits on the steps inside the bar. She continues to dance in the bar.
Sarai lights up a cigarette in her car and drops the ashes on the ground as she waits at the traffic light. She turns her head from left to right and turns on the red light. She pulls into a parking lot of the luxury mall. At the mall, she buys a cup of $5 gourmet coffee and scoffs at the people in discount store t-shirts and thrift store jeans debating which designer brand necklace to get. She overhears them whisper that it’s on sale. Carrying full-priced designer shirts in her hand, she takes the necklace and tells them they weren’t going to be able to buy it anyway.
Back in her car, she turns up the volume and raps along with song on the urban station. She switches the channel as the host talks about the recent racial incident involving the police. At home, she walks in the foyer and says hello the maid. The maid says her parents are in the kitchen and that dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.
At dinner, her parents ask her if the mall was busy. She said it was steady. Her father asks if any blacks were there. She says there were some. Her mother shakes her head and says they are everywhere. She asks how things are going with the boy she likes. Sarai shrugs and says they talked the other day. Her mother tells her to be patient. She says they are going to hang out tonight at the bar. Her parents tell her to have fun.
She picks her up crush, the only African-American guy, at a diner halfway between the suburbs and city. She gives him a kiss on the cheek. As they drive, he says her rapping has improved. She puts her hand on his and says he’s a really supportive guy. At the bar in her upper-class neighborhood, she talks with some guys and drinks with her friends. She glances over at the only African-American guy every so often. During last call, she helps him pack up his computer. The bartender stares at them while they walk out the door.
Director: Karim Karmi Year: 2003