Typed on a black screen, a message reads: “the story you are about to see is very disturbing. It shows graphic scenes of gun violence. But it’s happening everyday and it has to stop.”
In New York City, New York at 3:00 a.m., a cigarette lies in an ashtray. While the multi-colored lights continue to spin around the Globe club, people lie lifeless on the floor.
At 2:40 a.m., a professor (Madonna) sits at her typewriter and writes the lyrics. A bartender is shoot in the chest. A young man is shot in his side and tumbles to the ground. The DJ lies on the floor, blood on his chest, at 2:10 a.m. Madonna lies on the floor, blood on her face, her eyes open. A young woman’s breathing becomes shallow. Blood falls from a second young woman’s lips at 1:45 a.m. The bartender lies against the counter.
A children’s choir sings in a church. Coffins of the multiple victims line up in the aisle.
A twentysomething man with long hair begins shooting in the club at 1:28 a.m. People scatter and kneel on the ground. A young woman, wearing a white jumpsuit, clutches her stomach as she’s shot.
People stand in line to get inside at 1:03 a.m. Madonna and her friend link arms as they dance. A shirtless bartender juggles the bottles. Madonna and several people dance.
Madonna waves to some friends at 11:53 p.m.. Around 10:42 p.m, a young man breakdances in front of the Globe. Madonna walks down an alley. A second young man stands against a pole, twirling the curls in his perm. Two twentysomething men push Madonna against the wall. One man points a gun at her. They steal her cash and necklace.
During a protest, people hold up signs stating “Heart-Broken” and “Time 4 Change.” Guns line the wall of a store. Around 9:00 p.m., Madonna sits at her vanity and counts the money. She slips it into her top. She puts on her lipstick and necklaces. On the news, she watches the report of another shooting. Twenty-four were confirmed dead in Arizona school shooting, the ticker reads, as it shows a clip of the children’s choir.
The professor takes off her glasses and cries.
Typed on the screen, the message reads: “Wake up.” A quote by Dr. Angela B. Davis follows. It states a stastic that “every year over 36,008 Americans are killed in acts of gun violence. And approximately 100,000 more are shot and injured. No one is safe. Gun control. Now.”
Madonna checks for the exits and a potential place to hide as she walks into the Globe. One gun had pointed at her face already. The robbery had shaken her up. Her friends offered to go back home with her and file a police report. She says it doesn’t matter. It was only stuff. She says dancing will help her nerves.
As she dances and drinks shots, the safety returns. She was okay. It was a graze. A reminder for her to not scroll past the victim’s names online and see them as people rather than as part of a brief blip on the news. She posts pictures online and answers a few texts from friends.
Her friend pulls her down to the ground as she hears loud popping sounds. She glances as sees people falling with red spots on their bodies. She estimates they are only a few feet from the door. However, she meets the eye of shooter. She holds onto her friend’s arm as she sees him aim for them. Her friend squeezes her hand as they fall to the floor and turns ice into her hands. She stares at the ceiling, watching the multi-colored lights spin.
Director: Jonas Akerlund Year: 2019