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Love and Money 

Love and money, money, money make the world go round, but there’s more of the former on display in this winning exercise in DIY filmmaking from writer-director David Ray (Grand Unified Theory) and his puckish band of merry pranksters. This is a totally improvised jape, made in Vancouver “for less than the cost of a used Honda.” Andrew McNee plays Andrew, a musician whose lost his way — not to mention his friend Scott, who’s missing. Seeking him out involves strange encounters with friends and strangers, none of whom seems to know what’s going on (probably because there wasn’t a script). But go with it! There’s gold in them thar hills, and despite or because of its eccentric genesis, this completely unexpected movie actually goes somewhere…
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Love and money, money, money make the world go round, but there’s more of the former on display in this winning exercise in DIY filmmaking from writer-director David Ray (Grand Unified Theory) and his puckish band of merry pranksters. This is a totally improvised jape, made in Vancouver “for less than the cost of a used Honda.” Andrew McNee plays Andrew, a musician whose lost his way — not to mention his friend Scott, who’s missing. Seeking him out involves strange encounters with friends and strangers, none of whom seems to know what’s going on (probably because there wasn’t a script). But go with it! There’s gold in them thar hills, and despite or because of its eccentric genesis, this completely unexpected movie actually goes somewhere…

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Genre:Comedy
Directed By:David Ray
Written By:Improvised Film
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Runtime:87 minutes
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