I’m an editor. My father was an editor. My father’s father was not an editor.
A love letter to my old neighborhood and an unflinching portrait of a type of guy we all know (or have been at one point or another); talented but creatively unfulfilled, hamstrung by his neuroses, not getting any younger, afraid he may be alone forever… relatable! So many wonderful details — I immediately knew which floral shop a bouquet in the film came from. Talented ensemble, beautifully shot, featuring a great central performance by Greg. Very proud of this guy.…