During my first couple of years living in Los Angeles, I bounced around from one P.A. job to another. A lot of them were weird one-offs for forgotten TV shows or uncredited freelance work for a weekend here or there. There were really only two movies that I worked on for the duration as a regular P.A. One of those was Mike White’s directorial debut (and still lone feature effort as a director), Year of the Dog. White was already a screenwriter and actor of whom I considered myself a big fan and I was excited to be working on his film. But somehow, when your relation to a movie is defined by sitting in traffic on endless errands and making sure the office fridge is stocked with the right flavor of fancy tea, the experience becomes dimmed. So it took me a long while to address Year of the Dog on its own terms, where I found it to be an insightful and deeply sympathetic look at society’s outsiders, even with its occasionally nasty sense of humor.