About 2 years ago I wrote a movie.
It was a series of independent vignettes, tied together by small intersections between one and the one right after it. And so, you would see a conversation happen in a store, and as the characters left they would pass by another couple and we'd stay on them and listen to their conversation and so on, and so on...
And then today I saw Slacker, by Richard Linklater.
I saved myself a bunch of reviews calling my film a derivative copy of a 16-year old film...
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