Video Review: Demi Lovato “Made In the USA”

A young woman (Aimee Teegarden) waves her hand outside the car window. She kisses a young man (Dustin Milligan) in the field.

The young man, wearing an military uniform, stares at a map while he walks.

She stares at him while he drives.

Demi Lovato walks into the carnival and grins. A man walks on stilts. A second man breathes fire. The young man carries hay. The young woman stares at him as she walks with her friends. He watches the young woman as she rides the ferris wheel with one of her friends. She and the young man run in the pouring rain. They dance in the field. He loads his backpack into his truck and drives away.

He looks at a picture of her while he leans against the Humvee. She sits at her desk and writes him a letter. She sifts through the mail and sees another letter from him.

Lovato plays the guitar for a group of people at the carnival.

The young woman watches as the letters fall from her ceiling in her bedroom. They take a bath together. He drives the Humvee and she checks the mailbox again. She looks out the window and remembers them kissing in the rain.

A helicopter flies over the mountain as he runs with his gun.

Back at the carnival, she smiles to him as they both listen to Lovato. The young woman sits in her bed, lit in scarlet red. The young man lies on the ground, reaching for his gun. They watch the fireworks as they sit in his car. Wearing his army dress blues, he greets her at her door. She hugs him. He kisses her shoulder as she looks out the window. While he drives, she holds up a sheet in the air.

Rating: 4.5/5

There was no letter in the mailbox. The young woman paces back and forth in the family room. She re-reads his favorite letter from him. “My dearest love, once I return home, I promise I will marry you.” Biting her lips, a tear drops onto the letter and she dabs it. It messes up the ink and she bursts into tears. It could be the last thing she could ever have of him. She calls up her mom and says she’s scared. Her mom tells her to give it a couple more days. She says she wishes she knew what was happening to him. Her mom assures that he’ll be coming home and she’ll see him in March as planned. She flips the calendar to March in her room. It was still four months away.

They had met at a carnival. She had known him from school but wasn’t friends with him. He was surprised he remembered her. He had been quiet and hung out with a small group of people. However, as she talked to him, she realized he was really funny. He had won her a stuffed teddy bear at the ring toss. She had told him he should’ve tried out for the basketball team while he sinks the ball into net and scores high. He says it wasn’t his thing. She asked him what he was doing now and he told her he was preparing to go overseas. He had joined the Army. They spent every day together up until his deployment.

She had to stop watching the news. She didn’t know what was it was really like. Her parents had to bring up the war with her. She shut them down. Her father told her she had to come to terms with the reality of the situation. She had shouted that he wasn’t going to die and cried in her room. He couldn’t die. They had plans and had only known each other for a short while. They needed more time.

She watches videos of them on her phone and lies on her bed. A knock on the door gets her attention. Her heart sinks. She takes a deep breath and looks down as she opens the door. She sees his name on his uniform and bites her lip. He was alive. She hugs him and holds him. He kisses her hair and rests his head on hers.


Director: Ryan Pallotta Year: 2013

Pam Avoledo Administrator
Pam Avoledo spends her time binge-watching classic teen dramas and stands firm in her pro-Leyton stance. She also received her journalism degree in 2006 from Oakland University. Her work has been published in the White Wall Review, Sledgehammer Lit , Greatest City Collective & 45 Magazine and forthcoming in Daily Drunk Mag\'s Kristofia anthology.

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