While watching this
dark Canadian masterpiece from 1969, my boyfriend and I became obsessed with
whether it was real. "It has to be fiction. Look at those facial expressions!" "It's a documentary, but
he's wearing bikini briefs because it's funny." "But they're
constantly at each other's throats." "I think they're us." "I am
not hysterical." "Well, you're the guy, and she's me." Then they started
hitting each other, and we were both too alarmed to speak. (
Northwest Film Forum, 1515 12th Ave, 267-5380. 7 and 9 pm, $5—$8.50.)