Realism, but not the mumblecore/Duplass-esque type by any means. Young, conscious adults, confused and frustrated with the world around them seems to be Porterfield niche. One might criticize this and "I Used To Be Darker" for being devoid of any real "story" but does he owe this to us? I thought this film to entirely beautiful just as it is. Thanks, Matt, for bringing us this little glimpse into her life.
Everyone hates this movie.
Now while it'd be quite hip not to just because of that, I frankly had no knowledge of the critical or public opinion on this film.
I quite enjoyed all the over the top banter, ridiculous dialog, and nearly offensive sexist bullshit.
"I got a girl. She fucks me any way I like it."
This is such a sad, yet accurate portrayal of so many adolescents and those they have to look up to. We're all deeply flawed and lost - our sexuality and loneliness right in the middle.
It's worth noting that there would be no "Hide Your Smiling Faces" without this film. Carbone's evolution is as visible Petock's in this lovely and completely unpretentious directorial debut.