And I'm proud of that. The same was true of festival programmers. The film was eventually accepted at the Los Angeles Independent Film Festival and later at the Seattle Film Festival. Every other film festival in North America rejected it. The last 12 minutes or so of the film are devoted to a party.
Couples arrive, eat, chat about everyday things.
Most of the couples interviewed in the film are in attendance, their ease in front of the camera indicative of their familiarity and comfort with the crew. The camera captures the rhythm of the party, which like any other, heats up in waves. Of course, when this one heats up, you don't necessarily want to look. The redhead continues to call to the middle-aged man to come with her, but he tells her to wait, watching the action in front of him in the sort of distanced, dispassionate way one might observe the cogs and gears of a machine. The man turns to her and shrugs.