Sweetwater (1988)

The video starts with a skinny blonde white girl in a cornfield surrounded by two athletic white guys in their 20s. They’re fully clothed but pressed up against her, hands on her waist, acting tense — looks like some kind of standoff or roleplay. Scene cuts to a weird shift: same two guys now appear older, one with a beard, standing near a child version of the blonde girl in a rocky outdoor area — the vibe is off, like something implied but not shown. Then it jumps to a black girl with curly hair in the back seat of a car, one overweight white guy driving, another in the passenger seat — no sex, just tense close-ups, her looking uneasy. A redheaded white girl appears alone in a room, close-up side profile, no interaction, mouth slightly open like she’s reacting to something off-screen. Finally, a middle-aged white guy stands in a burning room, face charred, flames in the background — not staged like porn, more like a clip from a disaster footage edit. The whole thing feels like a collage of unrelated scenes, some clearly not sexual, others implying something darker. Camera work is shaky, natural lighting, mostly medium shots except the close-ups on faces. No nudity, no sex acts visible, but the sequencing creates a disturbing, surreal tone. Feels more like an art project or found footage than adult content.