New York Times
On a recent rain-slogged morning, seated against the scarlet banquette of a restaurant in the westernmost reaches of Chelsea, Lynn Shelton pondered the number of public screenings of the festival sensation “Humpday” she has attended — not graced, mind you, in the mode of many a nerve-jangled director, but sat through to the film’s talky, halting, bittersweet end. A rough count was abandoned somewhere in the double digits. “The payoff for me is to be able to watch the film with an audience,” Ms. Shelton said. “I know that a lot of directors are obsessed with the things they wish had gone differently, so they find it painful because they see all the flaws. I was in the edit room for ‘Humpday’ the whole time, and I know all of the issues and problems that we overcame, so the flaws don’t scream to me. It’s the accomplishments that scream out.”