When Josephine Were packed her suitcase, waved Adelaide goodbye, and jumped on a plane to the good old US of A she knew what it was going to be like. America: land of the free, home of the brave, and of the hot. Under those tall American skyscrapers, travelling those American rails, on the wide-open US highways, Were was going to find love. Just like the movies.
Just Like The Movies is a simple, delightful monologue on Were’s travels through the US: from meeting cow-boys, to inadvertently staying in dead-baby orphanages, to (hopefully) highly atypical encounters on airplanes, Were excitedly recounts her tale to the audience. While Were occasionally reveals her naivety, this is part of her charm, and oddly becomes a part of her strength: the ability to move through some of the incidents she finds herself in with a smile on her face (and what an enhancing smile it is) just makes the audience love her all the more.