You would think there’s a Tumblr’r out there who would’ve jumped on the possibility of Fuck Yeah Roberta’s!  I guess even Bushwick has its limits.

Quarter-life crisis in t-shirt form.

Done. (10/10)

A moment of standing on the misty empty orange street as the director contemplates a final shot.  (9/10)

Guerilla (8/10)

A roof, a script supervisor, Bushwick (a failed palindrome). (7/10)

Performance with simultaneous apologies to “I’m Not There” and “Stop Making Sense.” (6/10)

Directs her, shoots her, listens to her (5/10)

Breather (4/10)

“Shall we steal a Cadillac?” (3/10)