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.)