Sex, Lies, and Videotape (1989) dir. Steven Soderbergh
You don't even know who I am. You don't have the slightest idea who I am. Am I supposed to recount all the points in my life leading up to this moment and just hope that it's coherent, that it makes some sort of sense to you? It doesn't make any sense to me, and I was there. I don't have the slightest idea who I am, and I'm supposed to be able to explain it to you?


















