Directing
A movie star and an intimacy coordinator go head-to-head when the star goes method and crosses the line during a sex scene, while the rest of the cast and crew await word of their fate.
Determined to party at Sundance, three entitled young women meet up at an LA member's only club to make a selection-worthy short film. In an unholy fusion of wokeness and cluelessness, they build a narrative from atop the high perch of their privilege. And piece-by-piece, they almost give a voice to the voiceless—without having any idea what they're talking about. But they are positioned to make it happen.
This hypnotic work of contemporary cinematic modernism—something like Robert Bresson in Park Slope, but not exactly—concerns a young man apartment-sitting for friends as talk of a plane crash ominously lingers in the air.
