I used to make fun of cat ladies. But then I met one. And I came to realize: "Hey, cat ladies are people too!"
I also used to make fun of men in capri pants, those girls who pump lemonade at Hot Dog on a Stick, and bisexuals. Don't judge me. You made fun of all those people too. But then you met some of them, and you thought, "Hey, men in capri pants may have no fashion sense, but they really know how to rock a polo shirt," and "Hey, those girls who pump lemonade at Hot Dog on a Stick look ridiculous bouncing up and down like that, but they must have great upper body strength," and "I used to think bisexuality was just a gateway orientation, but, man, bisexual porn is hot." Or something like that.
The film is a moody and ultimately moving meditation on twentysomething ennui, compounded by the very mature themes of loss - loss of youth, loss of love, loss of who we once were and can never be again. And it's also about the mystery and fluidity of sexuality - and how you interpret that thematic thread speaks volumes about your worldview.
I generally dislike recounting movie plots, but since you all are just dying to know the particulars I'll just rip off the synopsis from The Lost Coast website:
Mark, Jasper and Lily are high school friends now in their early twenties. Mark is gay, living with Lily (his high school girlfriend), while Jasper is straight and soon to be married. A cynical and bitter trio barely connected by their past friendship, they reunite for the annual public Halloween celebration in San Francisco's Castro district. When the huge crowds of costumed revelers fail to entertain them, they begin a quest to find an elusive acquaintance who might provide them with some ecstasy.
This quest is interwoven with an abstracted remembrance of a high school camping trip the three friends took to the Lost Coast, a lush wilderness in northern California, during which Mark and Jasper were involved in a sexual relationship that Mark never got over, and Jasper never acknowledged.
Over the course of their evening in San Francisco the three are forced to confront this past, which has held them all in suspended animation. The Lost Coast explores the complexities of sexuality, repression, and isolation, with a quiet, measured style.
The film doesn't explore characters as much as it explores characters' emotional states. It's this unique filmmaking vision that lays the groundwork for a deeply affecting resolution, aided by startlingly raw and powerful performances by Lucas Alifano and Ian Scott McGregor.
Look, and I'm not just saying all this because Gabriel, Lucas, and Ian are all friends of mine (and because I conduct part of the interview that's one of the DVD's special features). The movie's great. If it weren't, I would say how much it sucked. (Um, like, remember that other film you guys did? Yeah? Now that one sucked.)