One Percent More Humid

Synopsis: A pair of childhood friends reunite during their summer break from college and deal with a traumatizing experience from their past.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Liz W. Garcia
  1 win & 1 nomination.
98 min



I'm like the anti-Gandhi.


So, what are we gonna do with

ourselves this summer, Madam Iris?

Write a musical. Take it on the road.

- Run for mayor. My platform is "child labor."

- Oh.

- Why not?

- You're so refreshingly candid.

We have an entire summer.

We can do whatever.

Quality time.

My goal is to heal.

Mmm, wait, wait. I want

to light my cigarette.


To our health.

To our health.

Uh... Swiss.


So, you work here?

I'm an unpaid intern.

Uh, you were in my Af-Am Poets, right?


What are you doing on campus?

- I live here.

- Ansbury?

- No way.

- Yeah.

I'm a townie.

I'm at Admissions. We should hang out.

Iris, right?






- Alex.

- Alex.

- Here you go.

- Thanks.


- Hi.

- Hi.


Do you have any pimento loaf?


Is it icy?

It looks nippily.

I don't know, Catherine,

I haven't been in yet.

Iris, there comes a time

in every young woman's life

where she retires her disposable

razor, and starts to wax.

I'll give you my lady, her number.

I'm on a budget.

It's amazing!

Caramel-flavored liquor.

I feel like this changes a person, forever.


Mmm. I feel like Brixner is

absolutely a great school,

but I could never stay here for college.

Well, Iris is still functioning at a

high level and she lives here year-round.

Yeah, but Iris is of hearty stock, though.

I'm more neurotic.

I need New York.

Suburbs do rot your brain.

That's kind of what my thesis is about.

Cultural values in the suburbs.

Basically, I contend that with the

absence of community institutions,

like Little League and church,

children are allowed to

develop their own morality.

Like, for instance, let's

say, grow up in a family...

- Ready?

- Mmm?

- Okay, hello.

- Oh.

All right, hey, you there?

- All right, let's go.

- Oh, sh*t.

Hold... Guys?

Wait. Uh, I'll drive?

- Let's walk.

- Okay.

You know what would be truly amazing,

is if it would just be 1% more humid,

and then we would all drown!

This is exactly like high school.

It's f***ing, creepy, time-warp sh*t.

Only you would be wearing a fleece.

And Mae would be talking

about how she hates everyone.

Oh, and she'd be asking, "Where's the keg?"

What would Catherine be doing?

This. This is Catherine right here.

Different hair.

I know.

- Man, this is devil sh*t. It's crazy.

- Mmm.

I steeped the vodka in weed.

- Keg ahoy!

- Oh, sh*t.

F*** you.

Yeah, it's good.

So... Oh, sh*t.

Okay, let's do it. Do it.

Sorry. I'm sorry.



I wanna go home.

- What?

- Really?

But why? You're completely,

inappropriately sober.

Have a beer at least. It'll be fun.

I can't get Billy out of my head. I...

He hates us.

He will, he truly will,

for the rest of his life,

so either you obsess over

something you can't change

or you just accept it and move on.

It's only been four months, Catherine.

I still wake up thinking she's here.

Then you have a serious problem.

- Hey, Jack.

- Yo.

Can you drive Catherine home later?

Yeah, with aplomb, sure.




Yeah, no sh*t.

You're the worst.

Teaching American literature is not f***ed.

When are you coming up?

You want to teach poetry,

not a requirement class.

You've been there for

three years. It's your time.

I just don't know why you're not furious.

When are you coming up?

I found a place in Woodstock that

does wood-fired pizzas in an orchard.

We have Jerry's

opening this weekend.

Oh, no, I can't.

I'm on a new health kick where I'm

cutting back on suicidal feelings.

All right, I'll tell him you're

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