bums

Every time I watch this film I feel like I'm discovering some secret utopian society hiding out in Queens. They seem so happy—having their cake and eating it too.

They're geniuses, really. They get to enjoy the perks of living in Southern California (tacos, surfing, that way they talk) without the less-respectable ease of actually doing so. They're New Yorkers. On the beach. In New York. Brilliant.

I almost feel guilty for expediting their discovery in even the slightest way.