This is a fine movie that seems to have gotten just about no release, and that hurts. There's so much unresolved loneliness on view here. Worse yet, the man has not seen his father (presumably still alive and in the same job) since 1978. Having a modern consciousness about being a Black man, subject # 42 can't understand how his father degraded himself that way his father tells us that it is what he could do to keep food on the table and a roof over his family's heads.
The best realized segment is about a man whose father worked six days a week as a men's room attendant. A graduate student is videotaping these men, working on her thesis project about how men navigate the post-feminist world. This is a loosely connected series of monologues by men- young, mature, White, Black- who are bound only by the issues of being men in the confusing world we live in. If I'd seen it in a theater I'd probably have been crying at the end of it. I watched this on cable initially because of my admiration for David Foster Wallace's work.
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