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On My Way (2018)

When you’re on the way but you’re a liar! Told as a series of texts between two friends dreading their plan to hang out, “On My Way” directed by Mary Dauterman is a 90 second comedy about not wanting to leave the house. We watch in split screen as the two young women — one snacking and watching TV; the other, lounging comfortably in bed — prep for their supposed night out, “what should I wear?” “idk something cute.” Perfectly capturing the low-key lies and excuses we employ to avoid our friends, the social maneuvering and indecisiveness on display is a telling time capsule of millennial relationships and a hilarious bit of self-deprecation.
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When you’re on the way but you’re a liar! Told as a series of texts between two friends dreading their plan to hang out, “On My Way” directed by Mary Dauterman is a 90 second comedy about not wanting to leave the house. We watch in split screen as the two young women — one snacking and watching TV; the other, lounging comfortably in bed — prep for their supposed night out, “what should I wear?” “idk something cute.” Perfectly capturing the low-key lies and excuses we employ to avoid our friends, the social maneuvering and indecisiveness on display is a telling time capsule of millennial relationships and a hilarious bit of self-deprecation.

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Genre:Comedy
Directed By:Mary Dauterman
Written By:Mary Dauterman, Chelsea Marshall
In Theaters:5/22/2018
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Runtime:2 minutes
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