Really Good Friends

In my film Really Good Friends, Mary Phillips waits. She walks down a hotel hallway, opens the door to her room, and begins to unpack her bag. The objects she removes, implements used in BDSM play, are not merely tools. They are markers of a story she is about to tell, a story both intimate and elusive. As she moves, she speaks. She tells us about Don, a man whose companionship shaped her life in ways that friendship often does but love stories do not. The camera lingers as she prepares, arranges, and anticipates.