THE AMERICAN PRESIDENT
THE AMERICAN PRESIDENT (1995)
The American President brings to life a certain, deep, dark fantasy that I used to harbour, which I'm now going to publicly confess. Like so many other American women back in the mid-90s, I had a crush on Bill Clinton. This was back in the pre-Monica days when he was still pretty hot. My fantasy never went as far as becoming first lady, since I was already married, (and let's face it, so was he). Then along came the movie The American President, and I found my fantasy up on the screen and even classier than my own imagination could conjure. Dating in the White House with the eyes of the world on you isn't an easy thing especially when you have a cause that you want the president to support but don't want to compromise your ethics or his.
Picture this: a young, good-looking, liberal minded, widower of a president, Andrew Shepherd, played by Michael Douglas, who runs up against hot-headed, red-headed lobbyist Sydney Ellen Wade, played by Annette Bening, both of them in their prime and as gorgeous as can be. He's impressed by her moxie and invites her to be his guest at a state dinner with the president of France and his wife. Sydney arrives, stunning in a royal-blue gown, breaks the ice with the honoured guests by speaking perfect French, and ends up dancing with President Shepherd, just the two of them on the floor, all eyes glued as they flawlessly glide to the music, ala Barack and Michelle. After the big night, he tries, to no avail, to order flowers by phone - the florist won't believe the actual president is on the line. Thus begins their courtship.
Movie reviewed by Georgina Young-Ellis