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is a movie about what happens when you take four normal people and put them in a situation that is frighteningly far from normal. C.—I'm curious about which of the kind of many strains of punk and hardcore around that city you cared about. I would take note of T-shirts kids were wearing—I would go home to my mom and then she'd have to drive me to the record store and I would try and remember who the fucking Meatmen were. And the cool thing that happened to this film is, aside from the band that had to really learn to be convincing on screen as a functioning—or a dysfunctioning—band, we were able to build the world and then just let it become background.
That's Saulnier's signature, so far—tight, well-made thrillers that just so happen to feature characters who would not live past the first five minutes of most genre films, played in startlingly casual and naturalistic fashion by (in the case of Just a few years ago, Saulnier, who lives in Brooklyn, was a cinematographer for hire and occasional commercial director; now, at 39, he's being offered the chance to do million movies. A big thing I learned making films is the concept of wasting production value, where you don't linger on a lot of close-ups, you don't try too hard to let the audience know how much you went through to make this feel authentic or to get the details right.
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What follows is an exquisitely violent semi-comedy that splits the difference between Sam Peckinpah's . But I do remember being a little bit caught off-guard at how many different subgenres there were—the Hare Krishnas, all of the straight-edge kids, all the kids that were wearing the letterman jackets, you know, this is all happening. Those shows were insane, and that's what I loved.
This arrangement would generally be called a friend with benefits, or a fuck buddy, or a romantic friendship, or perhaps even a relationship—with “no strings attached.” But let’s be real: There are always strings, aren’t there?
It was while planning this vacation that it hit me: The two longest relationships of my life have both been with men who I was never officially dating.
In a few days, I’m going to Cuba on vacation with a guy I’ve been sleeping with for eight years, but whom I've never once called my boyfriend.
We live on different continents, but inevitably, a few times a year, we find each other somewhere in the world, have a few days of romance, and then go our separate ways.