I love your movie "Friends With Money". I think it's a beautiful piece of work. I put it on all the time during my (amateur) photo shoots or while I'm painting. I'm currently searching for more of your work on amazon.com and I can't wait to find it so I can buy and watch it.
So why am I posting this letter on a blog about depression? Just one reason: (actually one and a half; the half reason is that I listened to your commentary and wanted to tell you that while you thought you messed up by having Marty prop the phone against his ear even though he had a hand free, I think it captured the zero-energy feeling of depression perfectly) it kinda gets me down that I don't see anyone that looks like me in your movie.
I'm black and while I can relate to so much of what the characters think and say and feel, part of me wishes a little that one or more of them could share my skin color. That black people are not in your movie makes me wonder why, which makes me think: maybe she doesn't know black people that are like the characters in that movie. Which gets me kinda more depressed.
I know you can't go back and change Friends With Money, but maybe you can change your next movie before it comes out.
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