"...the sort of banal conversations that you try to block out at a restaurant." This is so well said. As is every single word of this review. Moist bread, indeed. This seemed like a parody of a crappy movie that narcissistic hipsters would make. No one's talked about the cards on planes before in a film! Right- they haven't. Because it's mindnumbingly painful to listen to. Space baby wants to stab his eyes out. I can't believe Swanberg is serious with this garbage.