I used to live in Hollywood. Not in California, where they make the movies, but in Hollywood, Florida where shitfaced shirtless dudes are the norm, and if you start your evening off at a wet tee-shirt contest and end it tripping balls in a motel room with strangers, you had a good night.
In “Florida Man,” a succession of aimless drifters talk to to the camera about boozing, fighting, getting laid, what life really means, and just how cool Florida is.
Director Sean Dunne says in an interview at Directors Notes:
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Our approach was to book rooms in 5 different cities and show up and see what the universe would provide for us. No set agenda. We shot each day in two shifts, 5pm – 9pm, then a night shift from midnight until whenever. Basically we just drove around aimlessly, stopping any time we saw something or someone that interested us and one thing would lead to another and the universe would pull us in one direction or another.