Movies about outsiders breaking into LA social and professional circles (the two seem inextricably linked) are a dime a dozen, but this one (1996) is fresh, thanks to a script by Jon Favreau in which the lead character (Favreau) knows he resembles a character in a movie even if he doesn’t know he is one. This self-awareness combines with the empathic touch of director-cinematographer Doug Liman to gently mock the practice of referring to other movies even as it waxes referential; there’s a lovely scene that self-consciously cannibalizes the work of Quentin Tarantino. Wannabe cogs in the industry, the characters are as aware of the influence of movies on their lives as Swingers urges its audience to be.