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In the films of Joe Swanberg, sex serves chiefly as a catalyst for loneliness and frustration, but that unhappy worldview turns comic in this collection of bawdy vignettes he codirected with horror specialist Adam Wingard (Pop Skull). Their collaboration works surprisingly well–Wingard’s slick flourishes complement Swanberg’s low-key, static style–and there are some subtle performances from a cast of Swanberg veterans (including Kate Lyn Sheil as a woman who gets turned on by greeting cards and bicycles). This may be little more than a bunch of dirty jokes about penis size, threesomes, and masturbation, but they’re well told, and I’m not ashamed to say that I laughed pretty hard at some of the punch lines.