The Poop of Life

I watched a rather sweet, but not at all saccharine, movie last night called "Me and You and Everyone We Know". It's a damn fine movie.

The writer/director Miranda July is an Oregon artist. And I must say, she has a knack for realistically portraying the poop of life.

I loved the instant messaging "poop" scenes. So earnest. Now, everyone knows that poop is a bodily function. But who knew it's also a lovely form for exploring human miss-and-connection. July has really honed in on "communication errors"- between what is said and what is incorrectly assumed - and explored how difficult, uncomfortable, and necessary these breakdowns are, as well as persistance, and the willingness to put yourself in potentally embarassing situations in order to re-align and expose the true intention of the conversation. I can relate.

Scatalogical form over function - this is what makes this film rock. The base art of communication devices explored right down to the solar anus - I'm sure Bataille may shudder at this comparison. But reallly, this film is all about the poop of life, from sunrise to sunset.