Beaumont Vance

Imagine you have a pompous friend who went to film school, and he has a bad cocaine and alcohol problem. Now imagine being stuck with him for two hours as he babbles nonstop, dropping every name of every author, poet and playwright he has read while randomly spouting out “brilliant” observations. Stuff like “maybe we don’t move through time, but rather time moves through us!!” Now imagine you recorded this dreadful experience, transcribed it and turned it into a play. It would be this movie, and just as miserable for everyone else as it was for you.