I think in part the movie is about loneliness. And L.A. can be lonely. In New York, when you set out to go just to meet somebody for coffee, you’re either on the street with other people or the subway with other people. In L.A. it’s you and NPR in your car. In the opening minutes of the film, Florence is driving and talking to the person in the car behind her—“Are you gonna let me in?”—and thanking them when they do. But she’s really talking to herself. In L.A. you’re really having the conversation with yourself, not with everybody else.
