Russell Sheaffer

A rumination on parenting, razor blades, facial hair, jello shots, Coyote Ugly, and Russell Crowe.

A stop-motion documentary that asks men one of the crucial questions of our era: “What compels you to send pictures of your penis to non-consenting others?”

In present-day Texas, Maya and her on again, off again girlfriend Jules total their car after a night of backwoods raving and teen mischief. They're rescued from the wreckage by Freddy, an oil worker whose stoic facade crumbles as he comes to see himself, and his repressed desires, in Maya. As Jules recovers, Maya and Freddy develop a rapport that dulls the debilitating silence of their small-town lives. Together, they subtly encourage one another to chase after what they want the most (or at least figure out what that might be).

A no-budget production, focused on the perverse candour of young sexuality, where release and sterility become tied to larger cultural constructions. Inspired to the underground movement of the Sixties, the film is made of lurid and improper monologues about rape, murder, and corporal fluids.

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