A beautifully dressed woman, Alexandra Lencastre, sweeps the steps of a long winding staircase, collects paper and some other garbage neatly in piles ready to be disposed off, just then a gust of wind scatters the papers all around, so tired, so very tired is she of this monotonous work…. But she is a Woman of Substance, not to be outdone, she realises that the only way out of this drudgery and misery is to dream, to dream big and where do all big dreams lead?
America of course, America the proverbial land of milk and honey…
And what can be the biggest dream you can dream of in the United States of America?
To be the Woman President of course, slowly her dream takes shape, her tiny house when seen from outside, assumes enormous proportions when viewed on the inside, surely it is a mirror image of White house? Yes, it is; there is of course the Oval Office where she as the President takes all her important decisions. You do not expect the Woman President to operate on her own do you? She has her inner core of advisers as well as other women who help her run this Office of prestige, there is even the President of the Society of Dead Languages, who only speaks in Latin.
The Woman President can never, ever be shabbily dressed. No chance, she and her coterie of dear friends, who obey her implicitly, have lovely sessions getting their hair done, manicures and pedicures, facials thrown in regularly.
As the Woman President, she has to give interviews to magazines, not to Time or Newsweek, that’s passé my dears, it is Vogue that’s de rigueur. Of course, there are plans and political discussions, where every problem is solved by the annihilation or bombardment of the enemy or foe.
Any resemblance to American foreign policy is to be taken dismissively.
As expected all good things have something not quite so right, in this case the Woman President in addition to juggling problems requiring utmost strategy, (pssst the Woman President has serious money problems)planning meetings, giving interviews to magazines or other organizations, appearing at functions or social events, has a thorn constantly piercing her side, her Bizarre Mother. The Bizarre Mother ensconced comfortably in one of the huge rooms in the White House, grumbles continuously, runs huge bills buying the most expensive hot house flowers, has a stash of cannabis that she smokes gleefully when the Woman President is busy with her myriad duties, teaches the First Daughters or the First Twins all manner of insalubrious stuff. If the First Mother was not bad enough, the Woman President’s Husband, the First Gentleman, spends his time sleeping in another part of White House, snoring, drooling all over the pristine bed sheets, getting very drunk, truly acting like a swine, for want of a better word. When the Woman President is busy, as she is most of the time, he is up and prowling searching for women and sex. No they do not share a room, much less a bed, would you fancy such a lout in your bed? No, never.
So now you can understand with great insight what problems beset People in High Places?
As in a flash, the Woman President, decides to honour the women of the world by celebrating her 37th Birthday on a colossal scale. Why her Birthday you ask? Oh, come now, who better to represent the entire Womanhood, than the Woman President of America? Preparations are in full swing, crates of Coca-Cola, huge quantities of hamburgers, pizzas arrive in truckloads, which the loyal platoon of servants accommodate in huge warehouses.
Any resemblance to American food habits is to be taken frivolously.
Meanwhile, her most loyal inner core of friends works tirelessly arranging the gigantic party, the strident band rehearses continuously, dressed in the colours of the American flag. Masses and masses of flowers are arranged everywhere. Whenever the Woman President, feels a panic attack coming on, she has her Secretary of State a very patient woman, ready to help shoulder the onerous burden resting on the Woman President’s shoulders.
Later we see a great multitude of women enjoying the enormous party in the company of the Woman President and her core group, the First Mother and the First Daughters. No the husband has not been invited. It is Women’s Power.
Is this the story of a Woman, who has dreams like women all over the world?
Is it a spoof on the American way of life?
I think it is a mélange of dreams, life, aspirations, joys and sorrows, with a soupcon of the American way of life.
But do not take my word for it, see the movie and do write and tell us what you think of this exceedingly humorous film.
Cast : Alexandra Lencastre, Rita Blanco, Laura Soveral, Helena Vieira, Suzana Borges, Paula Guedes, São José Correia, Patrícia Guerreiro, Conchita Sacchetti, Io Apolloni, Adelaide João, Mrs. Meng, Lia Gama, Lídia Franco, Márcia Breia
America of course, America the proverbial land of milk and honey…
And what can be the biggest dream you can dream of in the United States of America?
To be the Woman President of course, slowly her dream takes shape, her tiny house when seen from outside, assumes enormous proportions when viewed on the inside, surely it is a mirror image of White house? Yes, it is; there is of course the Oval Office where she as the President takes all her important decisions. You do not expect the Woman President to operate on her own do you? She has her inner core of advisers as well as other women who help her run this Office of prestige, there is even the President of the Society of Dead Languages, who only speaks in Latin.
The Woman President can never, ever be shabbily dressed. No chance, she and her coterie of dear friends, who obey her implicitly, have lovely sessions getting their hair done, manicures and pedicures, facials thrown in regularly.
As the Woman President, she has to give interviews to magazines, not to Time or Newsweek, that’s passé my dears, it is Vogue that’s de rigueur. Of course, there are plans and political discussions, where every problem is solved by the annihilation or bombardment of the enemy or foe.
Any resemblance to American foreign policy is to be taken dismissively.
As expected all good things have something not quite so right, in this case the Woman President in addition to juggling problems requiring utmost strategy, (pssst the Woman President has serious money problems)planning meetings, giving interviews to magazines or other organizations, appearing at functions or social events, has a thorn constantly piercing her side, her Bizarre Mother. The Bizarre Mother ensconced comfortably in one of the huge rooms in the White House, grumbles continuously, runs huge bills buying the most expensive hot house flowers, has a stash of cannabis that she smokes gleefully when the Woman President is busy with her myriad duties, teaches the First Daughters or the First Twins all manner of insalubrious stuff. If the First Mother was not bad enough, the Woman President’s Husband, the First Gentleman, spends his time sleeping in another part of White House, snoring, drooling all over the pristine bed sheets, getting very drunk, truly acting like a swine, for want of a better word. When the Woman President is busy, as she is most of the time, he is up and prowling searching for women and sex. No they do not share a room, much less a bed, would you fancy such a lout in your bed? No, never.
So now you can understand with great insight what problems beset People in High Places?
As in a flash, the Woman President, decides to honour the women of the world by celebrating her 37th Birthday on a colossal scale. Why her Birthday you ask? Oh, come now, who better to represent the entire Womanhood, than the Woman President of America? Preparations are in full swing, crates of Coca-Cola, huge quantities of hamburgers, pizzas arrive in truckloads, which the loyal platoon of servants accommodate in huge warehouses.
Any resemblance to American food habits is to be taken frivolously.
Meanwhile, her most loyal inner core of friends works tirelessly arranging the gigantic party, the strident band rehearses continuously, dressed in the colours of the American flag. Masses and masses of flowers are arranged everywhere. Whenever the Woman President, feels a panic attack coming on, she has her Secretary of State a very patient woman, ready to help shoulder the onerous burden resting on the Woman President’s shoulders.
Later we see a great multitude of women enjoying the enormous party in the company of the Woman President and her core group, the First Mother and the First Daughters. No the husband has not been invited. It is Women’s Power.
Is this the story of a Woman, who has dreams like women all over the world?
Is it a spoof on the American way of life?
I think it is a mélange of dreams, life, aspirations, joys and sorrows, with a soupcon of the American way of life.
But do not take my word for it, see the movie and do write and tell us what you think of this exceedingly humorous film.
Cast : Alexandra Lencastre, Rita Blanco, Laura Soveral, Helena Vieira, Suzana Borges, Paula Guedes, São José Correia, Patrícia Guerreiro, Conchita Sacchetti, Io Apolloni, Adelaide João, Mrs. Meng, Lia Gama, Lídia Franco, Márcia Breia
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