Dakota Fanning struts around on screen sporting a white satin corset, black thigh-highs, and at least 5-inch silver platform heels. She lays a conglomeration of pills on the stage floor, crushes them with her heels, and is soon on her knees snorting the white powder up. Moments later, she’s singing into a microphone:
“Hello, world, I’m your wild girl. I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!”
