this film feels like one long conversation between two people lay on the floor staring at the ceiling when they should be asleep but they can't sleep so they tell each other whatever they think of, relevant to anything or not, and they laugh and maybe cry and there's both comfortable and awkward pauses but always a mutual understanding that none of it really means anything but the fact that it means nothing means something. mike mills you are the king of melancholy slow burn cinema and i'll keep watching for the way it feels so natural and personal, like i'm looking through a microscope into the lives of tiny people and then i'll take my eye away and continue my own life knowing what i know and not knowing what i don't
