Synopsis
A struggling writer can't seem to escape his wife's literary success. When a road trip to a publisher's salon takes an unexpected turn, he has to face his own creative shortcomings and find a way to regain control of his life and work.
2017 Directed by Laura Terruso
A struggling writer can't seem to escape his wife's literary success. When a road trip to a publisher's salon takes an unexpected turn, he has to face his own creative shortcomings and find a way to regain control of his life and work.
Wyatt Cenac Greta Lee Maria Dizzia Jennifer Prediger Buzz Bovshow Diane Ciesla Michael Cyril Creighton Matt Dellapina Ben Sinclair Erin Markey Tiffany Bartok Jaxon Bartok Laura Terruso Larry Murphy Sam Seder Sally Sockwell Precious Mike Akmal Joseph Keckler Dan Bartfield Anna Stypko Lisa Haas Nick Feitel John Rothman Suraj Sundar Jenn Harris Matthew Wilkas Onur Turkel Nicholas Colia Show All…
Came for Greta Lee (she's awesome) but unfortunately she's "lost" for a big chunk of the run time. Still I enjoyed the absurdity and the ending is sweet
"Where'd he get the funding?
Indiegogo
... I wanna get shot in the face"
Completely harmless fun, to both it's benefit & detriment, as I feel it had the potential to be more
A film about professional tensions between a married couple that exposes the frayed edges of their marriage. “Two writers, one marriage… how do you manage those imaginations?”
The humor is drawn from satirizing contemporary versions of the exact same pretentious Greenwich/Upper West Side assholes S. J. Perelman skewered 100 years ago.
I strongly prefer to review the film that was made rather than the one I wish was made but...: why not put this same energy into satirizing modern super-woke millennials who use crowdfunding to make straight-to-streaming content?
This film walks right up to that line with a running joke about Perelman’s home, the New Yorker, but always drifts back to the easy target.
#52 Films by Women 2020 29/52#
lots of this movie relies on 2 things: (1) humour, and (2) liking/identifying with the characters or situation they're in, so that we remain engaged and invested. both of these things were not done so i found it really hard to care about anything that was happening, which is a shame because i like both leads. nothing new was said or explored, which wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't so predictable - even down to the dialogue that was said. this is a movie where you can skip large sections and not really miss anything. the only time i was entertained was when Maria Dizzia was on screen. i wanted to like it but it was a very tedious watch that i rly didn't have the patience for
Putting yourself out there is difficult. It can be an almost crippling thought at times. To expose yourself and your art can seem counter-productive. Art can be like keeping a diary at times, and to open that up to others can be a lot like a teenage girl yelling at her mother for going through her drawers. It’s an incredible psychological leap to make. One that involves the acceptance of being torn down when what you may only be committed to is opening up. It’s a conundrum you have to come to in your own time and in your own way. And if you get there, or you don’t, you’ll always have the place where the art comes from. It will always be a secret cave that only you can touch.
Really solid comedy drama that nails the feeling of being at a “artistically creative adjacent party” and the cast of characters you will surely meet while there.
This was something more folks should see. Low budget but full of heart. It’s free on Tubi! And as someone with a low budget indie movie also on Tubi I wholeheartedly want more folks to see the wealth of indies currently streaming on the platform!
Cute little film. I love watching people blow up on pretentious people. I'm here before Greta Lee blows up.
[insert type of artist here] should be compulsively making [insert type of art here] all the time, purely out of the knowledge that you will be interrogated about making of your art. That part of the writing process was painfully accurate.
I love that they are an interracial couple and that is never addressed. But when they encounter the cops I was a little scared because this is America after all.
so what you're telling me is that to get over my current slump/self-esteem issues i need to get stranded at a rich person's house party full of pretentious self-involved crazy artists? interesting.
god this entire thing is such a MOOD though. highly relatable and very cute and i legit screamed at one part, what a Good
Writer/director Laura Terruso’s comedy of manners is very much in the spirit of the SXSW hit 'Hello, My Name is Doris' (which she co-wrote) a couple of years back: an offhandedly funny character comedy with genuine sweetness at its center. And it’s a depressingly rare reminder of the leading-man gifts of Wyatt Cenac, who is pitch perfect as a self-sabotaging novelist whose wife’s runaway success has put him even further into his own head. He conveys the intelligence and neuroticism of a young Woody Allen here, without leaning on any of the obvious tics, and he gets a good, lived-in vibe going with his onscreen wife, the wonderful Greta Lee. Terruso’s got a real eye and ear for the details of artistic pretentiousness and New York living, and if the complications that spur the action are a bit of a stretch, Cenac’s increasingly frazzled disposition keeps us engaged.