The Mating Habits Of The Earthbound Human -1999... <Android>

If you enjoy Best in Show , Waiting for Guffman , or the early work of Christopher Guest, this film is a lost cousin. If you are tired of glossy, predictable rom-coms where the third act is a race to an airport, this film is a palate cleanser. And if you have ever sat across from a date, listening to them talk about their job, and thought: “We are just two mammals performing a script written before we were born” — then this film will feel like a mirror.

In the dying breath of the 20th century, just as the world was bracing for Y2K, a tiny, bizarre, and brilliant independent film slipped quietly into living rooms via VHS and late-night cable. It wasn't about asteroids, a haunted Blair Witch forest, or a sixth sense. It was about sex—specifically, human sex—but told from the perspective of a voiceover so coldly clinical, so hilariously detached, that coitus began to resemble a nature documentary about bonobos. The Mating Habits Of The Earthbound Human -1999...

They go back to his “nesting chamber.” Jenny sees his bookshelf. She sees a dog-eared copy of The Catcher in the Rye . She smiles. Billy does not immediately attempt “genetic transfer.” He offers tea. The narrator is flummoxed: “This male is either a highly evolved specimen… or defective.” A misunderstanding occurs (she sees him with another woman—his sister). The classic rom-com dark moment. But the narrator reframes it: “The female has activated her ‘jealousy protocol,’ a defensive mechanism designed to preserve exclusive access to the male’s resources. The male, meanwhile, has activated his ‘confusion protocol,’ which is indistinguishable from his normal state of consciousness.” If you enjoy Best in Show , Waiting

Consider this gem of narration as Billy gets ready for a date: “The male will now attempt to conceal his natural odor, which, in his species, is a potent signal of fear and desperation. He applies a chemical solution… often called ‘Aspen’ or ‘Cool Water.’ To the female, this signals: ‘I am financially stable enough to purchase scented toxins.’” The humor is not mean-spirited. It is anthropological. By removing the social filters we take for granted, Abugov reveals the essential absurdity of human romance. Why do we stare at our reflections for twenty minutes before a date? Why do we pretend we haven’t memorized their MySpace page (or in 1999, their AOL profile)? In the dying breath of the 20th century,