In “C’mon C’mon,” screenwriter Mike Mills’ sprawling, riotous comedy of manners, jaded twentysomething New Yorkers update their motto to “meh to the nth degree.”
It’s more or less deadpan for the first half of the film, and in a different sense for the entirety of the hour-long play it has become.
Mills sat down in Los Angeles to discuss the film, describing the process of putting it together as “kind of a creative holodecision.”
“I said to my agent, ‘Can I go home and call my wife?’ I said, ‘Do not get me into any films I haven’t written myself.’ ”
You crafted the script over three years. Why did you want to write and direct a film together?
It was a long, laborious process, but it was the best process that I ever had. There was just a rhythm to the writing of it. I would not have done it without Mike [Mills], because I’m impatient. I tend to not be able to hold anything in. If you’re in a room with me for more than 15 minutes, I can’t let a good idea drop.
Have you stopped and considered the possibility that you might write something else — make a documentary, maybe?
I don’t know. It’s difficult to imagine. I love doing all of these different things. What has been one of the great joys in my life, or the great honor in my life, is being able to work with Mike [Mills].