Taylor Swift – Anti-Hero (members test)

0:00–0:10

From behind she sits alone at a round dark table under a daisy-print pendant — white daisies, yellow centers, green leaves — warm pool on her head. Long blonde low ponytail; short-sleeve knit with bright red collar and cream/orange/houndstooth bands. Empty cane-back chairs left and right; brown floral wallpaper; curtained windows. Gold sans-serif ANTI left of her head, HERO right.

0:10–0:24

I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser

Midnights become my afternoons

When my depression works the graveyard shift

All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room

Medium close in red pointed collar and houndstooth/chevron knit, bangs, mouth parted toward camera; warm hallway glow behind. She looks down in the same polo. Then a sheet ghost in floral print, tan cowboy hat, and dark aviators by orange floral wallpaper — a blurred dark-gloved hand enters right.

0:24–0:38

I should not be left to my own devices

They come with prices and vices

I end up in crisis

(Tale as old as time)

Sheet ghost in cream floral print, tan cowboy hat, dark aviators against orange-yellow floral wallpaper and ceramic canisters. She crouches on brown square linoleum by a dark cabinet in red/mustard striped polo and burgundy pants, staring back while a lace-eyed bedsheet ghost peeks past a kitchen island down a yellow-striped hall.

0:38–0:48

I wake up screaming from dreaming

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

'Cause you got tired of my scheming

(For the last time)

She huddles on the floor in a dark wood-paneled corner, knees up, head bowed, teal vase and a yellow HOLIDAY book spine on a shelf. Sheet ghost on a teal sofa in red heart sunglasses and leafy crown holds an amber glass. Motion blur as she runs past a yellow-lit counter. Night outdoor close: long waves, red lipstick, orange/green vertical-stripe sleeveless top against tree bokeh.

0:48–1:04

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At teatime, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the Sun, but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Night door: leotard Taylor in orange/green vertical stripes and sequined orange shorts stands outside, arms out, long waves and red lipstick, while a maroon shoulder fills the near foreground. Two Taylors on the den carpet behind a marble table of shot glasses and teal ashtray — stripe-polo bangs vs sleeveless orange waves — teal sofa, mustard abstract, wood paneling. Then one strums a dark teal acoustic in an armchair while the other mid-swings an identical guitar overhead in sequined leotard and tall green boots, shards on the geometric rug.

1:04–1:13

Leotard Taylor beside a wood-framed chalkboard: white chalk EVERYONE / WILL BETRAY / YOU, silver pointer aimed at WILL — orange/green stripe tank, rhinestone orange shorts, hand on hip, woven floor-lamp glow. Cut to sweater Taylor at a bedroom desk facing camera with a silver pen — red-collar patterned polo, floral green/yellow bedspread, twin striped teardrop lamps, heavy brown curtains.

1:13–1:29

Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby

And I'm a monster on the hill

Too big to hang out, slowly lurching toward your favorite city

Pierced through the heart, but never killed

Formal blue dining room: chandelier, blue cloth, roast, red wine, five guests under blue-white geometric wallpaper and teal drapes. Giant Taylor fills the doorway and then leans house-scale over the table in a brown/white horizontal stripe knit, head near the chandelier while normal-sized diners look up. A dark-haired man in a suit jacket holds a black recurve bow mid-release, startled, against blue wallpaper and a warm wall sconce.

1:29–1:41

Did you hear my covert narcissism

Lightly disguised as altruism

Like some kind of congressman?

(Tale as old as time)

Dark-haired man in a suit jacket holds a black recurve bow mid-release, startled, blue wallpaper and warm sconce behind. At the blue-cloth dinner table she stares shocked in a brown/tan stripe sweater while guests and a roast fill the frame. Close on an orange pill bottle and white cap in her hands against blue floral wallpaper. Crop on the circular VOTE FOR ME / FOR EVERYTHING pin on her stripe sweater.

1:41–1:53

I wake up screaming from dreaming

One day I'll watch as you're leaving

And life will lose all of its meaning

(For the last time)

She tips a small white-labeled dark bottle over her open mouth, head thrown back, cream-collar stripe sweater, VOTE pin still on. Two Taylors face each other mid-shout — stripe polo with bangs vs sequined orange/green sleeveless with long waves — against brown geometric wallpaper.

1:53–2:14

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At teatime, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the Sun, but never in the mirror

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Kitchen table: weary stripe-polo Taylor beside cheering sequined leotard Taylor; seven clear shots and a tall bottle under a warm pendant, yellow cabinets. Teal-tile bathroom — white-tank Taylor barefoot on a green scale looking down; leotard Taylor in orange glitter shorts and green snakeskin boots watches from the side by pink fixtures and a frosted shower door. Close white-tank face with smoky liner against plaid wallpaper and a mirror edge.

2:14–2:37

I have this dream my daughter-in-law kills me for the money

She thinks I left them in the will

The family gathers around and reads it and someone screams out

She's laughing up at us from hell

Funeral parlor wide: dark wood casket, white/peach florals and a floral cross, peach drapes, two black-clad mourners from behind; easel portrait of an older woman with many cats. Curly blonde in black crystal V-neck looks skeptical. Loud pink/yellow/green paisley shirt man adjusts gold aviators with cream headphones on his neck. Dial-striped-tie man in dark suit speaks past soft roses.

2:37–3:00

Headphones man in a loud pink/yellow/green baroque shirt stares tense before dark curtains; platinum bob and another mourner soft behind. Blazer-and-sweater man and curly blonde in a sparkling sleeveless dress hold an unrolled scroll marked Swift by flower-heavy casket light. Dial-striped-tie man in a dark suit looks skeptical past blurred pink-yellow roses.

3:00–3:30

Dial-tie man purses his mouth, skeptical, past pink-yellow florals. Through a narrow copper casket gap, bangs and eyes peek out; fingers hold the lid over soft funeral flowers. High angle: blazer vest man and crystal-V blonde at a podium with white scroll beside the closed casket. Headphones man in the baroque shirt stands open-mouthed under a warm bowl sconce.

3:30–4:00

Close on the baroque-shirt headphones man — pink, yellow, green swirls, cream headphones on his neck — mouth open, brow furrowed, dark curtains and warm sconces behind. Wider: he faces seated black-clad mourners including a huge white afro-style hair under bowl wall lights.

4:00–4:13

Headphones man in the loud multicolor shirt stands before seated black-clad mourners and dark curtains. Curly blonde in a black crystal V-neck shouts mouth-open with a hand on the closed dark wood casket; rolled scrolls on a wooden lectern; dense white-pink florals; blonde suit-back soft in the foreground.

4:13–4:32

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

It's me, hi, everybody agrees, everybody agrees

Funeral scuffle: black-clad figures blur mid-clash among dark chairs; a green/teal/brown stripe polo back in the left foreground; white flowers on a chair seat. She pulls up over dark roof shingles at night — wary face, thin orange straps, gold necklace, hands on the ridge against murky foliage.

4:32–4:48

It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me

At teatime, everybody agrees

I'll stare directly at the Sun, but never in the mirror

Two Taylors on night roof shingles: maroon polo holding a dark bottle vs orange/green stripe leotard, sequined shorts, snakeskin boots under a distant streetlamp. From behind, small figures watch giant Taylor walk a suburban street in blue stripe tank and denim shorts over houses and orange streetlights.

4:48–5:09

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero

Giant Taylor from the thighs up in stripe tank and denim shorts looks down at two normal-sized Taylors on a dark pitched roof; parked car and warm streetlights in the blue night. She drinks from a small dark bottle while the roof pair look aside — one in reddish ruffles, one in burgundy with tall black boots. Final black frame: small centered white text © 2022 Taylor Swift.