When I watched Me You and Everyone We Know, I started noticing mundaneness differently, imagining that the acne-faced sales boy at Honest Ed’s, where I went to buy kitty litter for a cat that wasn’t mine, might be falling in love with the bodacious spanish girl at cash. You know, like love happening in overly lit aisles is the best kind, at first. Until they both become managers, him with an office and she gets preggers.
So rodarte and Miranda July herself (and her collage) is magical. Like they could make an Honest Ed’s romantic drama / slightly dark comedy and even the aprons and name tags would induce pangs of isolated love.