Supremely lo-fi film affair featuring Dean Spunt of No Age alongside a brief moment with Mike Watt. This kind of micro-financed film usually suffers from some bad acting and formlessness and that’s no exception here, but the earnestness and excellent music helped carry me to the end. The few films I’ve seen that are lumped into the category of mumblecore in general tend toward the brand of preciousness that reminds me a little of Calvin Johnson in his most influential years. It’s a little exclusive, cute and contrived in its embrace of hipsters masquerading as outsiders. High School Record has some of this going on, though I’m not entirely certain that it would be considered a part of that scene because I’m not sure that it has actually been defined.